March Fourth

A mother's heart remembers how
Her child felt in her arms,
The day that she first held him,
Captivated by his charms.

For seven years she has remembered
That final, last goodbye,
The day that she last kissed him
'Ere he left for home on high.

This day on his birthday
She's remembering the years
When he filled her life with sunshine;
As she's smiling through her tears.

She bows her head as she remembers
To thank her Lord above
For the many years of blessings
When she had this son to love.

Joyce 3/4/06