Far From Perfection
I climb a tree; you fix
my knee
I bump my head; you tuck
me in bed
I paint a picture; you
praise the odd mixture
I bake a cake; you swallow
for my sake
I throw a fit; you make
me sit
I make a wrong choice;
you console me with your voice
I cry my tears; you listen
to my fears
I suffer from wounded pride;
you assure me I’ll abide
I feel discouraged; you
forever encourage
I resist; you always insist
I, sometimes, ruin your
day; you still love me anyway
I feel down; you don’t
frown, but act like a clown
I swing and miss; you still
give me a kiss
I’m far from perfection;
you still shower me with your loving affection
I thank God every day;
for blessing me in such a way
A mother that loves me,
despite what I do; oh, how I so love you
You are my mother, what
can I say
I’ll love and admire you
forever and a day
- a. e.
Mother's Day 1999
