To know my mother was to love her.

Her walk was calm, confident, true and glamorous.

Her smile was fresh, sincere, loving and genuine.

Her touch was soft, warm, peaceful and gentle.

Her hugs were tight, safe, wonderful and gigantic.

Her words were strength, knowledge, wisdom and godly.

Her presence was nurturing, adoring, caring and genuine.

Her faith was unmovable, earth-shattering, infinite and golden.

Her heart was huge, inviting, unselfish and god-fearing.

To know my mother was to love her.

By: Daphne Knox McClain, Ed. S.