To a lady - who is sincere,
I'm always glad when she is near.
With so much love ... deep within,
When cast aside - she took me in.
She calmed my fears,
She eased my doubts.
This dear lady, I call, "My Mother."
She taught me the difference,
Between wrong and right.
She taught me to love,
And not to fight.
She did this for me ...
And not another.
This dear lady, I call " My Mother."
Not by blood, nor by kin,
Just a " Special Love" deep within.
Someday, She may do it for another,
But for now ...
"She's My Mother."