I wrap you with this quilt I make.
It is for my love to commemorate.
The Love from mom passed down to me.
When I was young upon her knee.
When I was sick she held me near.
Wrapped in her Love I did not fear.
When I was tired she sang to me.
Her soft sweet voice lulled me to sleep.
When I was lonely she was my friend.
As I was to her till the very end.
Now that mom is gone, her wrap of Love
still keeps me strong.
A Mother's Love can never die.
It passes on to Your own child.
The circle, never ending generations forward
are wrapped with Love in a Mother's arms.
Love You Mother, Wherever you may be.

Written by: Grace Young

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