If a picture paints a thousand words what this one tells is love,
Of babies rocked through feverish nights prayers softly sent above.
Words fail at times like this to say how much Mom will be missed,
The hurts and knees and so much more she mended with a kiss.
Our mothers earthly riches lay not in land or gold,
Life's work for her was better spent young hearts to love and mould.
Thanks Melinda, Mom, Grandma, Great Grandma, Bama, Mrs. Martin…
Your love lives on in each of us.