Mother remained so thoroughly special to me, Giving everyone so many gifts no one could see. Her complete love of God was not anything new, Knowing her children would need God’s help too. She would bring my sister and I to Sunday school, Wanting for us both to understand the golden rule. Hearing a sermon on something we should know, A life lesson from the bible to help all of us grow. I use to love it when finally the pastor would say, “Open your hymn book for our song of the day.” It stayed forever so completely amazing to me, Everyone in church singing in perfect harmony. How do you thank someone for just being there, For taking care of you and for brushing your hair. At the sewing machine making one of us a dress, Cleaning the house by herself when it was a mess. Fixing dinner at night, helping Dad learn a new trade, Seeing to it, my sister would make it to the next grade. Jumping over the fence going to the my sister’s rescue, There didn’t seem to be anything our Mother couldn’t do. The neighbors fence she jumped more than five feet high, I can’t tell you how amazed I was, it was like she could fly. Mother heard a scream come from my sister who was hurt, And she cleared the fence without even tearing her skirt. “How do you talk about a wonderful woman like this?” Who when you were hurt would give you a kiss. Who would hold you in her arms really tight, Comforting you by saying, “It will be alright.” Always time to lend any friend a helping hand, Something she wanted both of us to understand. If you see anyone having a tougher time than you, Try if you can to assist them and make it through. Mother, I hope I will become half as good as you, All you gave me, I can pass on to my children too. I truly know when everything is all said and done, Mother dear, you were definitely the chosen one. I would choose you Mother, my very best friend, If I did go back in time to choose all over again. “Mother, Dear Mother . . . How I Love You.” © Brenda Sparkman December 2003