Sketch by: Jayne Gaucher Hibbard
When I picked, I picked the perfect mom for me
Her every cell sang with love for me
She honored my spirit, danced with my soul
She told me to eat all my vegetables because
At least I should try everything once
She taught me the art of quiet reflection
Showed me the strength in all women
The treasures of books and travel and art
Then she opened the pages of her own heart
Where I read my own name inscribed
And underneath, the words “the love of my life”
Then a light so bright it hurt to see
Her beauty reflected my beauty to me
When God picked, God picked the perfect mom for me
Her every cell sang with love for me
She honored my spirit, danced with my soul
She told me to eat all my vegetables because
At least I should try everything once
She taught me the art of quiet reflection
Showed me the strength in all women
The treasures of books and travel and art
Then she opened the pages of her own heart
Where I read my own name inscribed
And underneath, the words “the love of my life”
Then a light so bright it hurt to see
Her beauty reflected my beauty to me
When God picked, God picked the perfect mom for me
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