She remembers the day when he first says her name
she hears him say “mommy;” her heart fills with joy
he remembers the times when he made her ashamed
when he’d argue with her, and be a bad boy…
A child becomes a teen, and not often a good one
we make mothers worry, stress and feel fear
sometimes we think, from our house we should run
but mother’s love stops us, instead we stay near…
From adolescent to adult, we grow up so quick
it comes time to leave home, we shake daddy’s hand
but for mother we lean in, and give her a peck
and off we then go, to our own grown up land…
As time wears on, mother’s hair turns to grey
but to son’s eyes of course she’s as pretty as ever
to sons every day is mom’s special day
every day to give love and honor forever…
My mother.
perpetually 30.
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
Proverbs 31:10
Matthew, this made my heart cry. I can only imagine how proud your Mother is of you!!