Two Mothers Alike
I had a mother, It was long ago, I loved her so. She now is in Heaven …
I now have another, I love her as much, Words cannot express, © Leslie M. Willson, Sr.
So sweet and fair.
I still can remember
Her soft brown hair.
But not forgotten.
For, it was of her flesh
That I was begotten.
But, our Lord did, too.
So, we gave her to Him,
Our eyes filled with dew.
In a place that was made
For only our mothers,
Whose love never fades.
That loves me the same.
I, also, call her mother.
For, God gave her that name.
If not any more.
She’s a warmth to my heart,
And holds the key to it’s door.
The charm that she holds.
She’s just like all mothers,
That come from God’s mold.