In memory of my precious Mother
Momma's Gifts
The chill you get for no reason at all;
Is Momma smoothing your hair.
A brush on your face when no one's around?
Momma's kiss on your cheek, so dear.
When you feel a warmth come over you
With no one else in sight;
It's Momma's arms surrounding you
And holding you so tight.
That penny you find just lying there
When you feel so down and blue;
Is Momma saying, "I'm always here,
And watching over you!"
A smile you feel deep in your heart
When nothing's been said or done,
Is Momma whispering in your ear,
"I love you, Precious One!"
~ Debbie Edmiaston ~
July 26, 2001
