
You taught me how to love you by
The way that you loved me;
And by your unseen sustenance,
To see what you could see.
You gave to me through who you were
The gift of what I am.
Your pride in me is now my pride;
Your faith, my caravan.
Your life does not conclude with death,
Nor will it end with mine,
For all the lives I touch, you touch,
And so on through all time.
3 comments:
What a wonderful poem - a great contributions to moms:-)
Suzanne, My mother loved yellow flowers and she would have relished this photograph. It is luscious! Good web log about your mother. Take good care. Theresa
Great photo. I love the yellow.
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