My Mother is a special gift,
A special gift that God gave to me.
I’d be lost and lonely without her,
If God took her away you see.
I love her so very much,
That I couldn’t bear to live without her healing touch.
Thank-you God for giving me such a loving Mother,
For I wouldn’t want to be a part of no other.
This poem was submitted by Vicky.
A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.
This poem was submitted by Vicky.
Thank you for listening,
Hearing me out.
All my sad sorrow
Needed, no doubt,
Kindness and sharing.
Yours the love strong,
Open and caring,
Under my song.
Thank you for being there,
through every laugh, through every tear.
You helped me not to be scared,
About the things that I feared.
Thank you for the love that you have shown,
when you knew I would have blown.
You are an important person in my life,
You’ve helped me deal with my strife.
From time to time you always listened,
and when you did so your eyes always glistened.
You never put me down,
and you always knew how to turn my frown upsidedown.
Thank you for being there for me,
and letting me be who I want to be.
By:Stacy Marie Arruda
Thank you for the things you’ve done for me.
Happiness walks slowly, with a cane.
Although inside I’m dancing to the moon,
Nearby many obstacles remain.
Kind help like yours those thorny thickets prune.
You are my willing ear, the peaceful sea
On which I sail my thoughts, the quiet tune
Underneath my laughter and my pain.
Thank you for your letters, cards, and calls,
Heartfelt prayers, and thoughts while I was ill,
A wind that bears us on when courage stalls,
Needed to sustain a weakened will.
Kindness is a balm that works on wounds
Yet unhealed by reasoning alone.
Our suffering abated, life resumes,
Undergirt by strength more than our own.
The greatest gifts are those that cost us least,
Price varies inversely with true worth.
Life itself’s a free gift of the earth
Born of ecstatic joy in plant and beast.
What more exquisite present than a bower
Of wild roses in adolescent bloom?
Yet all that vivid color and perfume
Exist to serve the interests of the flower.
Love is such a gift. One trusts its treasure,
Free as the strange bright outbursts of a bird,
Equally uncanny and absurd,
Comes not from sweat or sacrifice, but pleasure.
I’m grateful for the gift you bought. But do
Remember that the greatest gift is you.
Thank you for your friendship and your love.
However life may turn, this gift will be
A mountain that has made my river bend,
Nor will it flow the same way to the sea.
Knowing you is something I’m made of.
Years will not this part of me remove.
One lives for just a brief eternity,
Understanding truths that never end.
Thank you for being the heart of my life,
Harboring me in the arms of your love,
Anchoring me in the rock of your faith,
Needing me, that I not be in vain,
Knowing me well, yet loving me still.
You are the island I’ve found in my sea,
Ocean I dwell in and deep where I dive,
Unfailing heaven and passionate earth.