The Lord has given me a blessing of writing
when He inspires, I write what comes to me.
I am thankful for what He has done;
and what I write is what He wants you to see.
Mom, Your face is beautiful and your
smile lasts me all day long.
Just one look at you and I thank you for
keeping me from a lot of wrong.
Dear Mom, I thank God for you.
You have been such a blessing to everyone.
Thank you, Mom, I love you. There is nothing
more I can write except love and that lives on.
Written by George Edward Noe
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