Posted by TerryS (22.214.171.124) on June 21, 2000 at 02:32:42:
I'd like to pay a tribute
to a mother, not my own,
who took me, as a little child,
into her heart and home.
She taught me how to read and write
and how to sing a song,
but most of all she taught me how
to know the right from wrong.
I never ceased to marvel
of the places she found to go
to find the Wintergreen berries
buried beneath the snow...
To find the wild asparagus
growing along the line
and the nice "poor man's spinach",
which really was Dandelion.
And daddy always thought
she was as wonderful as I...
especially when she picked berries
and baked them in a pie.
She never was too busy
to have some time to play
and along with all the good times,
she taught me how to pray.
She taught me God came first
and family was next
and she read the Bible every night
to prove to me the text.
She'd walk with me along the stream
and by the old horse barns
and when I was too tired to walk,
she carried me in her arms.
And the lessons that she taught me then,
I've tried to pass along
to other children I have known,
who didn't quite belong.
I always thought that having four
would surely do the trick,
but after I looked around I found
two more would make it six.
And I'd think back and thank my God
who found for me another,
the best - the kindest one of all,
the angel I called MOTHER.
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