With Mother's day just around the corner, I thought I would share this poem. I read it several years ago, but I have never forgotten it. I'm sorry, but I don't know who the author is so, I can't give credit where it is due. If you know the author please let me know.
Mother's Bible is so worn
Around the edges of it.
I like to think each worn spot shows
How much her fingers love it.
The pages...well they're blurred a bit
Where Mother's tears have scarred them,
But every mark is like a kiss
Too tender to have marred them.
I think that all the angels must
Smile down from heaven's glory
When Mother's head is bent above
The Bible's blessed story.
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