It was long ago,
But not forgotten,
For it was of her flesh,
That I was begotten.

I loved her so,
But our Lord did to,
So we gave her to Him,
With our eyes filled with dew.

She now is in Heaven,
In a place that was made,
For only our mothers,
Whose love never fades.

I now have another,
That loves me the same.
I also call her mother,
For God gave her that name.

I love her as much,
If not any more.
She's a warmth to my heart,
And holds the key to it's door.

Words can not express,
The charm that she holds.
She's just like all mothers,
That come from God's mold.

By: L.M. Willson