It's the smile within her laughter

that we all have known so well,

A crystal chime at dawning,

a softly ringing bell.

It's the stain upon her cheek

when no one else has seen the tear,

We seem to take for granted

for her love is always near.

Silver crowns her beauty

by the color of her hair,

And blends her gentle features

in a smile beyond compare.

Always ready when we need her

with a helping hand to lend...

This is MOTHER......precious darling,

her love that knows no end.

(c) Priscilla Rose Wyatt