Mother God made a beautiful woman called... Mother. She is special, like her, is none other. Upon her sweet face he placed a smile of sunshine And filled her heart with love to endure a lifetime. This love so pure is like the fragrance of a rose Permeating her surroundings wherever she goes, Its beauty never fading, always fresh... this mother's love... Like bright beams of light shining forth from heaven above. God placed roses in her cheeks so fair And gave her wisps of angel-soft hair. He put the twinkle of stars in her eyes.. Gave her grace to see her through even ...dark skies. God created this lovely creature so very fine, Then gave her to me to always be mine. I'm glad He didn't choose to give her to some other, As I truly cherish this woman I call... Mother! �By Martha Franks 4/22/99