momma

MOMMA

You have stood up on the deck
In the sunshine and the rain;
Even when the storms got rough,
You stood there just the same;
Then the boat swayed recklessly,
And you toppled and you fell;
Although it hurt so bad,
And you thought you were in hell;
You were still able to be strong.

You pushed through the heavy water,
And stood back up on the deck;
Right then you became much stronger.
You looked up and saw the sun rising
And behind it a bright rainbow;
The days got better one by one,
And little did you know that this day is a special one;
Because You're finally shown your loved!

C.B. (Kynthia)

I wrote this poem for my dear mother when I was about 16. It is a poem about what I, put that poor woman through. She has had to clean up my messes time and time again, ( and God knows I've had some big ones). I thank the Lord every night for giving me to her. I hope she knows how much she is appreciated and loved. She is an exceptional woman and my inspiration!