Our mother is the sweetest and Most delicate of all. She knows more of paradise Than angels can recall. She's not only beautiful But passionately young, Playful as a kid, yet wise As one who has lived long.
Her love is like the rush of life, A bubbling, laughing spring That runs through all like liquid light And makes the mountains sing.
-Author unknown-
135 posted on 05/08/2005 12:31:33 AM PDT by JustAmy
(Remember our President and our troops in your prayers. God Bless America.)