In the middle of the night the memories begin to flow
We set upon this path together, Ready to brave all life's highs and lows
When I was a toddler she stretched out her hand for my first step
When it came to reading she chose the very first book
She taught me the beauty of the flowers
That there was dignity digging among their roots hour upon hour
Her backbone, I know, was made of steel
She carried all my problems when life became just a little too real
When I would yell at her to "Please, cut the apron strings!"
I would only see her smile, hear her laughter ring
The touch of her hand was a gentle, velvet band
The love in her voice gave me countless hours to rejoice |
And when life itself seemed only murky night
Her eyes always held the guiding light
For her, the trials of life seemed unreasonably hard
But she faced each trial yard by yard
With head held high, she met each perilous foe
With faith as her weapon, she beat them blow by blow
She left me that weapon, The faith she carried in her heart
She molded that shield of armor with knowledge that faith protected me from the start And even though her departure seems so cruel
I know she provided the ultimate tool
The road ahead looks long and narrow
And I feel smaller than the smallest sparrow
But the dawn brings so many beautiful memories
I know, the love, the faith, the will to persevere are Mom's gift
...My Legacy.
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