A Poem

I came across this poem the other day, while looking through some papers.
I was given to me a long time a go
I want to see if they remember who wrote this to me! :)





I love you,mom

I love you,mom, indeed I do;
I love you more each day.
My love is shown by what I do
When I'm at work or play.

I love the way you comb your hair,
Your manners bright and gay;
I love the way you hear my prayer
As we talk to God each day.

I love the way you smile at me
Your eyes with love all glowing.
It fills my heart with childish glee
To go where your going