My Mom

I ran across this poem a couple weeks ago when I was digging through some old boxes. I wrote it for my mom 9 years ago when I was 16.

My Mom

Not everyone is blessed
With a Mother who’s like you
Now hear me out and I’ll explain
Why I know that this is true

Your love is unconditional
No matter what our crime
And when we need to talk to you
You disregard the time

You’re not afraid to say your wrong
And that means a lot to me.
I’m sure I’d have to search high and low
Another Mom like you to see.

You hold us when we’re crying
And help us wear a smile
By showing us that God is bigger
Than our greatest trial.

I love you so much more
Than words can every say
And I hope that you will have
A wonderful Mother’s Day.

I love you, Mom.