My mother recently celebrated her 71st birthday. Like many women back in 1958 she married young and began a family immediately. I'm her first born and I remember life being simple and not filled with many luxuries. I feel very lucky. Thanks Mom for not filling my life with things, but with love and good morals.
Your love is like an island,
Surrounded by the sea.
It’s a place of rest and shelter.
A pleasant place to be.
Your love is like a beacon light,
A house of shining prayer.
And when my ship comes sailing through,
It finds a haven there.
Your love is like a cup of hope.
A quiet, friendly cheer.
With open arms to give a hug,
A love that is so dear.
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