Abbie

        

 

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.