My mother’s arms were the first to hold me.
My mother’s arms held me when I was sick.
My mother’s arms held me when I was cold.
My mother’s arms held me when I was scared.
My mother’s arms held me when I needed comfort.
In my mother’s arms, there was warmth.
In my mother’s arms, there was safety.
In my mother’s arms, there was refuge.
In my mother’s arms, there was security.
In my mother’s arms, there was home.
In my mother’s arms, there was rest.
In my mother’s arms, there was comfort.
In my mother’s arms, there was healing.
In my mother’s arms, there was strength.
In my mother’s arms, there was love.
In my mother’s arms, was my sanctuary!
And still is!
No matter how old I live to be,
I’ll never outgrow my mother’s arms!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I can never express the depth of my love and appreciation!
I love you! ❤
Also, Happy Mother’s Day to all the other wonderful moms in the blog world! Enjoy your day!