Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.

Copyright © by Nicholas Gordon
"Poems For Free"

My heartfelt thanks to my children for dedicating this page to me!
They are one of the sweetest joys of my life and God's precious blessings to me!
I cherish them and their love for me.
I'm so honored that they feel this poem is descriptive of their Mother.
I'm thrilled that they see those things in me, though they may be a bit predjudiced.
I am truly blessed!

Sincerely,
Genelle

THANKS KIDS! I LOVE YOU ALL DEARLY!!!

Always,
Your Loving Mother

Norma is always so generous with her graphics.
She freely gives her permission to use anything she creates.
She has such a sweet team spirit.
We create many pages together. I've learned much from her.
Her response is always: "What's mine is yours to use."
You can learn more about Norma on her 'bio' page.
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Many thanks! ... Love, Genelle