The gift

The gift of life comes to the mother,

Nine months she has to start

a bond, once formed, that never breaks

through all the years that part.

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Into that child she pours her heart,

so little does he know

the benefit of being loved

till he much older grows.

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Carried daily first by arms

and then with acts and words,

She nurtures him, and reads him rhymes

and gives him what is firm.

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That he might never go a day,

through all the meals and clothes and toys,

Above all else, not just a boy,

You are her son, and somehow joy

springs from her well of life always

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And knowing now this lifelong bond

Established long ago,

Still remains a cornerstone

Of that which makes him whole.

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For love so unconditional

Is what each child so needs,

To meet the bruising waves of life

and plant eternal seeds

That recognize the love of God

and brings you to the knee.

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You spent those years just giving

all you could to him,

So now he starts to realize,

the value of your gift.

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Thank you, Mom, for bringing me

into this awesome world

And thanks, still more, for loving me.

That gift still fills my sail.

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"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth." – 3 John 1:4

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for Mom, as she turns 97 this Friday!

Rob

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"Death is inevitable.  Life is a choice!"

John 11:25

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live."