You are the mother beneath our wings, born into poverty brought us the <br />wealth of many kings, When you art young and don't have anything, you rely on <br />your Mother to give you everything, For a poor mother who had nothing you gave the <br />wisest things, You are the Mother beneath our wings. <br />Being poor was a rich experience for us and heartbreaking for you <br />You planted many seeds and nourished your ten kids needs <br />You gave us the wealth of may kings-coming from poverty taught us many things <br />The way you loved your life, being the kissin' bandit's wife <br />We were dirt poor, but it wasn't all bad <br />If material wealth as all we had-We wouldn't appreciate life and be thankful for what <br />we have. What you gave was unique, prized above material things <br />To each child special gifts you did bring <br />We were never too poor to give something-when you think you can't give nothing <br />You van give the wisest things-The love you gave will be treasured more than anything <br />When the trumpet blows and you rise up to meet your king <br />REMEMBER the lilies blooming in spring and that you gave your best in EVERYTHING!<br /><br />Miriam McKee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-the-mother-beneath-our-wings-dedicated-t/
