Love Of A Mother

I don't know if my mother ever smoked or drank But, if she ever did I never knew it, But, if I tried she then would smack and then spank She wasn't afraid at all to discipline and hit. I don't know if my mom had any or many friends Because, she was always with me, Especially together on the weekends There was no better mother I believe than she. I don't know if my mom was really religious But, she always took me to church and Sunday school, I always felt special and very prestigious That's where I saw and learned to live by the golden rule. I know that whenever I was in pain or did hurt My mother was always there at my side, And from me she would never ignore or desert And from me she would never runaway or hide. My mother would always, always put me first Especially in front of any other man, Even if they were angry and even if they cursed I was always first in moms every single plan. I still remember every Friday and Saturday night Mom and me would play games or watch television, Never would we argue and or never fight Between us, there was never no other person or division. My mother did without, so that I could have more As what any other loving mother would unthinkingly do, We weren't rich and we weren't really poor And unto me, she would always say, "I Love You"! If I would ever write the, "Love Of A Mother", Thesis This is what I would write knowing it's more truthful than any other, The only love that could ever come close to the love of Jesus Would be that, of the love of a mother. Randy L. McClave