by Helen Steiner Rice
Mother's Day is remembrance day,
and we pause on the path of the year,
To pay honor and tribute
to the mother our heart holds dear.
For whether here or in heaven,
her love is our haven and guide,
For always the memory of mother
is a beacon light shining inside.
Time cannot destroy her memory
and years can never erase
The tenderness and the beauty
of the love in a mother's face.
And when we think of our mother,
we draw nearer to God above,
For only God in His greatness
could fashion a mother's love.
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