By Bonnie Marie Playle, Soldotna
Mother, that woman who has unending hope,
for her children, like none other.
The unseen soul;
how I love and know you so.
Your survival is completely in my hands;
this is the original God plan.
Mom teaches the child everything;
most importantly that if applied;
they can grow up to be anything.
God puts air to the lungs,
sight to the eyes.
Give Him the glory, ARISE.
Being a mother is a gift;
it there’s not gratitude,
there will be a rift.
This blessing and relationship never ends;
deep down you’re always friends.
The love never dies,
if it does you’ll hear the cries.
I’ve never been better, or my love stronger
all because of being a mom.
It’s the best part of me, this the world can see.