Hers is the first face I adored
The first voice that sounded like song
The first touch that brought comfort
The first shoulder I cried on
The first lap I curled into
Hers is the first miracle of faith
The first strength I drew from
The first joy I embraced
The first forgiveness I cherished
The first honor I defended
Hers is the first amazing grace
The first hymn of my heart
The first memory of my life
The first feeling of home
The first endearing romance
Because she is always and forever
my first love
Because she is always and forever
my mother

12/27/2004

Posted on 12/28/2004
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