Hands that rocked you gently
Lips that touched your cheek
All her special treasures
A smile that always speaks

Arms that held you tightly
Heart that holds you still
A Mother is a special gift
Who gives her soul at will

All her dreams within you
Caring every day
Hoping to instill the love
It never fades away

Teaching all the beauty
Helping you through life
Climbing every mountain
Holding you so tight

Every day new journey
No matter how the road
Mother always will be there
To show the love she holds

Remember her with beauty
See the heart that shines
A Mother is a work of art
A canvas so divine

Pastels of all softness
Beautifully defined
Captured with magnificence
This Mother that is mine

In reverence I say to you
On this special day
You're more than just a Mother
God's Special Rose Bouquet.

~ Francine Pucillo~© original 2000