There is a person
that everyone knows
she is the one
that knows all.
She knows how to kiss an owie
and the right amount of sugar
to make the medicine go down.
To sooth a broken heart
and to dry the tears
or to heal the pain
she knows....
There is no one better
to hold you hand
in all of lifes ups and downs to see
you through till you can stand.
Her soothing arms
are hers to give
and she does so freely
so often, so gential.
How can I measure
the love she gives?
How can I count
the many blessing she gives?
To thank her seems so vague
to love her is a given
Until I become her
She will know.
