Mother dear, you will always be
Quite a woman - if just to me.
I don't see you as others do.
I see you with my heart,
Which is quite true.
I see you with a heart of love -
Which is perfect as a dove.
Disappoint you as I may,
I'll meet you in Heaven some sweet day.
All your trials, here on earth,
Will just make you perfect for above.
Then, one day, Jesus will say,
"Well done, my child. You can stay."
~Copyright © by V. Oranell Cupp
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