The Many Faces of Love

A small child looks into loving eyes
Stares at the clouds in the deep blue skies
Little hands hold on with unconditionall love
Never comprehending things from above.
Angels sit around her painted white bed
Kitchens are filled with fresh baked bread.
Time goes by ever so fast
The small child becomes like her mother at last.
Kisses are cherished and eyes filled with grace.
A small child now stands all dressed in lace.
She has grown from a child into a mother you see
So goes the love from mother to me.
Thank you Mother for a life filled with love
Look for my kisses sent on the wings of a dove.

Sybil Shearin 5-8-07

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