by Cheryl Durazo
That's my Mom.
God holds her in his palm.
Kind hearted is she.
If you meet her you will see!
In her heart she holds the key.
We all try to tell her what to do.
What clothes to buy, even down to her shoes.
She says "Leave me alone I know what to do!
Mom you are Loved by all.
Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall.
You need us, all you have to do is call.