**This poem is dedicated to the memory of two moms lost in the past two days.
There is nothing more pure
Than a son’s love for his mother.
To him, she’s a woman
That is like no other.
She held him and fed him
And showered him with love.
In his mind there’s no doubt
She’s a gift from above.
God in His infinite
Wisdom has made
A woman whose love
Could never be swayed.
Through childhood skinned knees
And a teen’s broken heart,
She helped dry his tears,
Helped him make a fresh start.
She taught him the difference
Between right and wrong.
Through her example of gentleness
He learned to be strong.
She held on with grace
Until her very last breath,
And now this dear lady
Knows the secret of death.
She’ll still be there, though,
With her angel wings wide
Standing forever
By her dear son’s side.
She’ll hug him with breezes
And kiss him with rain.
He’ll thank God that finally
She’s no longer in pain.
He’ll walk proudly on
With his head held up high
And know he is still
The apple of her eye.
