I cannot even begin to tell you
All the wonderful deeds for me you have done
The love and care that only you could do
And you even made cooking so much fun.

Oh, Mom, remember the flowers you grew
So beautiful as you cared for them each day
Allowing me to learn of God's miracles
Even pulling weeds, so upward each would stay.

Mom, remember the little pine trees I planted
I didn't realize they should be in one spot,
So planted them all over the yard
And soon we had sprouts - yes, we had a lot.

We had some great times in the summer
When Dad would cut a big watermelon
And you would get the plates out for all
Oh, the mess - more than we could tell anyone.

And the board you fixed so sturdy
And upon it I made many 'mud pies'
So many shapes and sizes there were
I worked on them all day till darkened skies.

Then you brought canning jars out
It was time to catch lightening bugs
'Light on, light off', catch him fast.
Then to bed, and you gave big hugs.

Yes, Mom, those were such rewarding days
Full of laughter and so much fun
And learning all the time about life
How I miss those days! - though they are done.

Mom, I owe it all to you today;
Your smile, your caring and love,
You have made me what I am today
And I thank the Lord above.