She birthed me and swaddled me,
she showered me with love.
Her arms always embraced me,
they fit me like a glove.
Her words were the only ones,
that could help to heal my scars.
Hers was the only light,
that would comfort me in the dark.
She woke me up to play with me,
she laughed at all my jokes.
She sang with me to old musicals,
although she couldn’t hold the notes.
Her faith in my abilities,
has stood the test of time.
She’s the portrait of what a mother should be,
and I’m glad that she is mine.
So, here’s to you, mom, on this special day,
my love for you has no end.
You’re my giver of life, my confidant,
and will always be my best friend.
And though my wishes are sent further today,
into a world I am unable to touch.
I know you hear my words of love
and they will forever mean just as much.
polysyllabic profundities 
Lovely. You and your mother were very fortunate to share such a powerful bond beyond birth.
Thank you, Sheila. š
This is a gorgeous poem about your Mother.
Thank you very much.
Beautiful, Susan. xo
Thanks, Jill. xo
Brought a tear to the eye. You only have one mother. ā¤
Thank you. She was taken far too soon.
This is beautiful, Susan, Sending you love and hugs xxxx
Thanks, Dianne. Happy Mother’s Day to you. xxxx