Reflections of Her Something about a mothers loveGrows low as a
valley;It goes high as a flying doveThat is how she loves me.
She would rock me to sleep at nightCared for me all the way;Told
me its gonna be all rightI will love her always.
She molds her boy into a manTo make him strong and brave;Molds
her daughter to a womanTo be like her, she craves.
Moms love is unconditional It goes down to the core;These
thoughts give me a visualStill have to do my chores!
Personal Note: Mommy, I have known you also most my whole life
(HA-HA!). Youre the one that gave me life and I thank you for it
each day. My heart goes out to those without a mom, because without
you (and God, of course) I would be nothing. Everyday is Mothers
Day!I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. Whitney Houston 1963-2012
