"All that I am, or hope to be,
I owe to my angel mother."
~ Abraham Lincoln
I have thought and thought about how to write this post. How do you write your feelings about a person who is most precious to you and so close that you can't even think about yourself without thinking about her, too?
How do you write about the one who first taught you who you really are and who you are meant to become?
How can words ever express a love so strong and a gratitude so deep as what I feel for my mother?
I decided prose just can't cut it here. And so, a poem. This, to me, tells the sacred work that my mother has done in my life.
Out of all the blessings that I feel to thank Heavenly Father for, this is perhaps the greatest. Her influence on me for good for eternity is truly immeasurable.