You walk in the footsteps
That Christ once had.
Very few have moms like you.
If any at all, are as lucky as me,
The cream of the crop is what I see.
A mom so caring, so loving, so neat,
You pick me up from off my feet
--And carry me through times of defeat.
How precious, how pure you are to me.
But that's not all,
No! Not just me,
You pick us all up
All meaning three.
When in your arms
They cannot give way.
-Jake R. Green ( dedicated to: Mom )
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