Mother's Day

A Poem By Madalyn Clare // 5/14/2018

She was the first voice I heard
And the first smile I’d seen
Hers were the first arms I felt
And the first family I’d been in

She has this way to make me
All the more than I could be

It was she

Who taught me the way

It was she

Who folded my hands to pray

To love and to cherish
The world God made,
And to smile to the sky

Every day

If I had words like an angel’s
To describe her hugs to you
Then perhaps it’d encircle
The love of a mom in truth

She has this way to make me
Happier than I should be

It was she

Who held my hand when I was bleeding

It was she

Who dried the tears I was weeping

To comfort and tell you
How pretty you are today,
And to smile at the pain

Every day.

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