Who first gave to us the gift
Of how to love each other?
Was it not from infancy,
We gleaned it from our mother?
Who first gave the loving touch
Of tenderness and care?
Was it not the daily gift
Of mother being there?
Who first kissed us on the cheek,
Who studied every trait?
Who would work and toil for us
And who would always “wait.”
Who would stop to listen,
And who took time to pray?
Who demonstrated faithful love,
Day by day by day?
From birth until the grave
We forever gain so much,
By pouring out our mother’s love,
Like she poured into us.
Genesis 3: 20 “Adam named his wife Eve, because she would become the mother of all the living.” NIV
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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Tom, this is beautiful. Any mother would love to have a card with this poem on it. Thanks for sharing.
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