Mary Wilson

The one that carried me,
Raised me to her breast,
Cuddled me in her arms,
Till I felt the wave of love.
My star fell;
The one that woke me from a dream,
Held me in her arms in a tender loving way.
Took my hand in hers to study and guide,
My way.
Knowing if I am sick or just unhappy with my day.
Telling me it's alright if things did not go,
My way.
Wipes away my tears to take the hurt away.
My heart swollen with love for you,
In such a caring way.
Mothers -
It is gratitude I owe You
For the gift of life.
I am so fortunate to have You
In my life.