My Mom

My mother was your average country mom She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain" But had the patience to diffuse a bomb Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain She never raised her voice nor slapped my face Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace Encouraged me to find new things to try And even though she worked, twas not for greed She took great pleasure from the "simple things" She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs That real love doesn't come with any strings My mother was as gentle as a dove My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved by Daniel Turner