There is no other love so tender,
There is no hand so gentle and kind,
There is no heart so understanding,
As that dear, sweet mother of mine.
No matter that life rushes onward,
That things seem ever to change;
No matter the time or the distance,
My mother's love is the same.
Whenever the way seem lonely,
When burdens are heavy to bear,
My heart finds solace and comfort
Remembering my mother's care.
Her own special care still surrounds me,
Though she now lives in heaven above;
Each day my heart finds a blessing
Through my mother's great gift of love.
~ Virginia Wave McPheeters
There is no hand so gentle and kind,
There is no heart so understanding,
As that dear, sweet mother of mine.
No matter that life rushes onward,
That things seem ever to change;
No matter the time or the distance,
My mother's love is the same.
Whenever the way seem lonely,
When burdens are heavy to bear,
My heart finds solace and comfort
Remembering my mother's care.
Her own special care still surrounds me,
Though she now lives in heaven above;
Each day my heart finds a blessing
Through my mother's great gift of love.
~ Virginia Wave McPheeters
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