My momma

Once there was a little girl who grew up in the country.

A beauty like the fields and RiVER BOY-HOWDY.

She was something, she could sing just like a whipperwill, She could ride a horse and shoot with skill,

Her smile was as bright as gold and her laughter was bright and bold.

Her love ran free just like a Philly,

With a love so strong yet light and silly.

Her spirit could set your heart blaze,

As warm as a hundred summer days.

That little girl is older now, And is as beautiful as ever.

Still as sharp as a Russian-thistle , and as stormy as the weather. For the rest of time I shall be thankful.

That my soul does have a song,

No one could ever take your place,

I'Il love you always MOM.

"I LoVE you MOM"