My Mom

In the eve of morning as the earth's hush is near
Fireflies and blue green skies sing and dance the song of my mom
She is effervescent and her smile contagious
Her home is her fortress and the Lord her rock
She is my delight
Her song too important to sing
Through children's eyes and adult's cries, she has guided more souls than
She will ever realize
I can only hope that her spirit I have acquired
She is more than a mom to me...
She is the epitome of beauty generating the fantastic
Aroma of true womanhood!