When words are not enough
to say thank you with
for all the sacrifices
that speaks an own language,
in the wide world
I would want no other mother
and nobody can lie deeper
in my heart.
Even in latter years
where life is cutting me small
you are prepared
to stay on my side
and this old world
you make heaven to me
and when I look through your eyes
I see another earth
that looks different and better.
As if a angel from heaven
has landed next to me
your words and deeds
the whole time brings honour
to the almighty God
and my thanks
cannot even try
to value you.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-words-are-not-enough/
