Son of An Angel
This one’s for the goddess of motherhood
The patron saint of saving sons
The one who always has the love
Any time that I am craving some
When I slouch she always sits me up
And always picked me up and wished me well
Every single time I tripped and fell
She is the spirit in my wishing well
And always finds a way to make
A heaven from my living hell
She knows and shows me what my life is worth
And any time that I’ve been hurt
She set my bones and stitched my wounds
And no matter how big the bruise
She was there to kiss it off
No matter how bad her day had been
Or how bad I had pissed her off
She made this pessimist a visionary
And put courage in a heart
For which the simple thought of living’s scary
She’s got a couple pictures in the dictionary
And my favorite one is next to priceless
I know when she reads this she will say it’s perfect
But no matter how much that she likes it
I know even as I write this
That no words on Earth could be combined
Or re-aligned to properly describe
Just what her meaning to my life is
But I’ll try my hardest anyway
Just like she taught me and expects of me
And she wants more than just the best for me
And often she supplies it
There ain’t no mountain high, valley low
Or river wide enough
To keep her from providing love
When I need it when I hide my mug
I don’t know how I got so lucky
To be blessed with somebody this lovely
And this caring here to love me
Because no other mother on this side of the sun is
Even half the mommy that this one is
And no-one’s ever been in love as
Much as this earthly angel’s son is
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