But she is his mother,
I gave him birth,
But she gave him other.
She gave him a home,
A mom and a dad,
She gave him something that I never had.
I didn't have a husband,
To give him a man,
To pattern his life,
For good and not bad.
She stepped in when I was,
So hopelessly alone,
And didn't have things to give,
As she gave him a home.
She gave of her time,
And showed him grace,
As she held him close,
And looked in his face.
She raised him right,
And at times it was hard,
With trials of her own,
And at times she was tired.
I have great respect for her,
And honor her too,
For doing the things,
That I couldn't do.
May God bless her,
All of her days,
And may he always give to her,
The Mother's Day praise.
-Patricia Lawrence
