I do not know where Moms come from.
I know not how they think.
I can’t imagine how they love
Or why they all like Pink.
I’m so impressed by what they do
And that they are so strong.
I marvel how they hold a child
And carry them so long.
These mothers come from somewhere else
They can’t be from this Earth.
You see they are a brighter gem
They’re Diamonds of great worth.
Now as I think of those I know
Those mothers sweet and fair.
I think I might have stumbled on,
A fact, and this I share.
I said they are not of this Earth
I know that I am right.
You see they come from Heaven’s home
They’re precious in God’s sight.
He made them each, with love and care
There in his home above,
And blessed them with creative strength
Then blessed them with his love.
How blessed we are for God’s great gift,
These Moms we cherish so.
So love, respect and gratitude
Are things that we should show.
© James O'Brien
May 2002
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