Best Gift.
To the one who sews my dress,
Easter Sunday or evening rest.
To the one who knows me round and round,
Who keeps all my secrets and doesn't peep a sound.
Unconditional love, care and support,
The rock I lean on when I can't resort.
To the one who's beauty is deeper than skin,
Saved by Grace but not perfect from sin.
She's the greatest one I've known to live,
The gift of a mother is the best God could give.
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