A MOTHER'S ARMS

Through the years as we all grow,
Our mother's arms we come to know.
When first we're born these arms enfold us
At other times they simply hold us.
They are there when first we fall----
To pick us up while we are small;
To push us while we ride a swing;
To receive the little gifts we bring.
Sometimes they wipe away our tears,
While other times they quell our fears.
That feeling of their warm embrace
Oft puts a smile upon your face.
Sometimes it is their strength we see
When lifting us to mend a knee----
Sometimes their subtle softness shows
As they brush our cheek while we doze.
Always there to assist or aid us,
Countless things they've cooked and made us;
Tiring not of providing care---
Assuring us that they're always there.
Our mother's arms they will defend us
From all those who would offend us.
In her arms we may find peace---
And sorrow's sting they will release.
The mem'ry of these features all
With fond remembrance we recall.
'Til that blessed touch we knew
Shall one day hence be ours anew.
2010
By Guest Author Timothy Wheeler
Grand Prairie Warmack Library Assistant