Mom, I look at you
and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your
ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour,
every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and
open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes
at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all,
forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never
will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I
gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you—
my miracle, my mother.