A golden strain of hair,
Beauty and love,
A smile, as an angle,
Sent forth , from above.

A hug, a kiss,
And all is well,
A prayer , tears,
And an answer from above.

This abounding love,
cannot shape its own
For in her heart,
She made God (her own.)

Parients, love,and caring ,
That time cannot erase,
The beauty of a Mother,
The one called by God's grace.

Grace Madden

E-mail: maddengrace@hotmail.com