Monday, April 23, 2007


To a woman who raised five girls and always had room in her heart and home for foster children, and made each feel as loved as the other..


For granted you were taken
Through our growing years
Caught up in our own lives
How well you hid your tears

Placing us before yourself
Our needs were always met
Sacrafices made daily
Your love we'd always get

I am myself because of you
Examples that you set
Putting others always first
Each felt they were your pet

With every knock on the door
Entered someone new in need
Room was made for just one more
How kind you are indeed

Never once did you complain
When times were tough for you
Your faith, it somehow held you up
And then you carried through

We never knew uncertainty
Felt luckier than some
For this is why my hero
Is you, my loving Mom


shalom621 said...

Hi, I'm an English teacher in Asia and am starting on a set of lessons on the theme "Heroes". I came across your poem and was wondering if I may use it in class with citation.
Thank you.

Paula's Poetry said...

I would be honored to have you use my poem in your lesson. Thank you for reading and for asking.

You may use any of my works and I appreciate your comments.