She was first a mother, now a friend
So special in all her ways
She's been a guide and teacher
And for me each night she prays
She probably doesn't realize
Since so seldom she is told
That she's thought of with each passing day
And treasured more than gold
Full of all good virtues
Always gentle and so kind,
Another mother just like her
Would be so hard to find
She labors long with no complaint,
Never thinking of herself.
Her talents and her time are spent
With the thoughts of someone else.
She's not glamorous with make-up
And by artificial means;
Those things she's not in need of
For her natural beauty beams.
To add to that, she always smiles
With the brightness of the Lord.
Her life each day an example
As it's guided by the Word.
In her eye there is a glitter,
As if from a perfect jewel.
Her face is bright, and her lamp is lit,
With God's Word as the fuel.
She raised me well and taught me right;
Was the best mother there could be.
But even much more than a mom,
She's a dear friend to me.
I've come to appreciate as I've grown
Her friendship and her love.
These things once taken for granted,
Now I'm thankful to Him above.
I hope that I can be like her
When I have little ones to raise;
And they'll love me as I do her
When they become my age.
