Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also and he praised her.–Proverbs 31:28
Pasted on a wooden frame given to me by my daughter several years ago, here’s one poem which she dedicated to me, which may be dedicated to all mothers as well…
My Mother and My Friend — by Larry Howland
I wish that we could somehow slow
The seasons as they come and go
I laugh and then I sadly sigh
When thinking of those times gone by.
A loving mother through those years,
You cared for me and calmed my fears.
I treasure how you held my hand
Or taught me how to take a stand.
You never had great wealth or fame,
But better still was your good name.
Examples that you firmly set
Are lessons that I won’t forget.
Your life’s a lovely choice bouquet,
And you’re God’s love put on display.
Such love as this will never end,
For you’re MY MOTHER and MY FRIEND.
