A Mother’s love, is sure to findA way to comfort, ease your mindShe knows just how, to build you upWhen you’re so down, and can’t look upYou love the way, she makes you feelLike you’re so special, her idealHer thought must start, with God aboveTo bring such caring, with such loveAnd as it flows, like gentle rainIt surely helps, when troubles painThe love from mine, is oh so clearI only wish, she was still hereHer warming glow, is missed each dayEven though, I seldom sayBut she did leave, her gift behindTo help me through, when I may pineAnd that’s the feel, known deep insideHer faith and love, I still confideby Roger J. Robicheau

Before I was myself you made me, meWith love and patience, discipline and tears,Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,Allowing me to sail upon my sea,Though well within the headlands of your fears.Before I was myself you made me, meWith dreams enough of what I was to beAnd hopes that would be sculpted by the years,Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,Relinquishing your powers graduallyTo let me shape myself among my peers.Before I was myself you made me, me,And being good and wise, you gracefullyAs dancers when the last sweet cadence nearsBit by bit stepped back to set me free.For love inspires learning naturally:The mind assents to what the heart reveres.And so it was through love you made me, meBy slowly stepping back to set me free.