My Special Mother
by Vivien Wade
My mother to me is very special,
She tucks me into bed each night,
Then reads to me a bible story,
Before switching off the light
she creeps back in,
And kisses me upon the head,
Thinks I'm asleep, and not knowing,
While safely tucked up into bed.
When I wake up each morning,
Before breakfast we say a prayer;
I thank God for my special mother,
For her kindness and loving care.
Knowing I have the best mother,
I'm so pleased
that she chose me,
I grew into her heart, not under it,
Because I am adopted, you see!