The Beauty In Mothers

A Mother's beauty is not in her face,
Or in the way she walks.
A Mother's beauty is in her lovely ways,
And the sweetness of her talk.

I saw my wife standing in the garden,
On such a lovely sunny day.
I thought to myself as she stood there,
She is as lovely as our first date.

This warm and sunny day,
Brought out her beauty more,
For it reminded me of the day we wed,
As she stood in front of the gazebo door.

For the gazebo was a floral picture,
It was in shades of every color,
I thought how blessed to be,
The one that she adored.

Our children show they love her,
In every thing they do,
Because they want to show her,
No Mother's as special as you.

A Mother should be honored every day,
We give gifts and come from miles away,
To see that smile it always brings,
To be with her on Mother's day.

I sometime think of Mothers,
As angels sent from God.
They're wife, best friend, doctor and nurse,
They're there for every job.

They deserve the best that we can give them,
Not in material things alone,
But in everything she does for us,
In making the perfect home.

There's nothing like a home coming,
To bring a family close,
To share changes since last seen,
And how the children have grown.

There's nothing more beautiful than a Mother's face,
That has stood through weathered years,
With love bestowed on her family,
But also many tears.

Home is where the heart is,
A heart that's filled with love,
And a family of unity and caring,
From the Father up above.

Daily count your blessings,
And be thankful for your Mom,
For a home is lacking something,
Without a Mother's love.

Faye Reyenga © 4/20/2009
freyenga@cablelynx.com