Mother's Day


Here’s a poem I wrote to hand out with the chocolate bars we gave to the women folk in the Ward today.

“Because God is not with us now, He gave us each a mother.
And from our birth, throughout the days, she loves us like no other;
To heal a scratch, to wipe a tear, to teach of grace and love.
A mother is a window to the Heaven up above.”

It’s an original.

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