(written 1997, age 12)

My mother is kind,
And loving in every way,
My mother is there,
To listen to what we say.

My mother hurries about,
Doing what we ask,
My mother listens to our needs,
And hastens to do every task.

But sometimes we do not listen,
To what she has to say,
She is only trying,
To lead us in God’s way.

We thank Thee, Lord for mothers,
Christians, who tell us what is right,
Who tell us we must love Thee,
To love thee with all our might.