A debt of honor, I rightly owe, <br />To the shaper of, my fledgling soul, <br />Her hand with love, correction dealt, <br />Compassion lived, and sorrow felt, <br />My trials of pain, she ever bore, <br />My burdens heavy, to her loving Lord, <br />Her prayers unseen, though always known, <br />Bore my pressing wants, before his throne, <br />Her constant care, was for my heart, <br />Said, 'from this way, don't e're depart.' <br />I knew not how, to obey my God, <br />Except to follow, the steps she's trod, <br />Her hand was firm, but always true, <br />Her instruction felt, but always due, <br />He is a man, eternally bless'd, <br />Who's council in, his mother rests, <br />To confide my cares, to her listening ear, <br />Tis a treasure I hold, eternally dear, <br />And if it be, a true heart I bear, <br />It's only due, to her humble care, <br />'A gift you are, ' she'd always say, <br />'Remember the giver, all your days'<br /><br />Clive McDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-son-s-tribute/
