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My Mother by tisha todd From the very first day I remember her, She had such love in her eyes She had a gentle, quiet spirit In her heart she was so very wise. She was a woman of many wonders Wearing hats of many names A seamstress, designer, songwriter Among several other things.. But in spite of all her talents, her gifts, her laughter, her dreams.. She knew her highest calling, was that of "mother" before anything. I have my fondest memories of the times she stood by me Sharing with me many insights, encouragement, plans and schemes. Teaching me to be a lady, making me clothes fit for a queen This lady I call my mother was a gift fit for a king. The hours she heard me singing And would train me to hold high keys She always knew the day would come when a new song was what I'd sing. Mothers are one in a million Their value worth more than anything This world and all it's riches Can't compare to the love she can bring. Many years have come and gone now Much to my amazement and my surprise There are times when I know she still sees me down here You see, she sees me through heaven's eyes. |