To My Mama

It started with rockabye, comforting when I’d cry, all in her own style. Then popcorn before my eyes, turning frowns upside down into smiles. With songs of the birds up high, looking at the blue blue skies, the wind as it rushes by. And leading me guiding me walking beside me, she helped me to walk in the light. And she built my house on a rock, and she lives all that she taught, and she is all that a woman should be. She put the music in me. I knew He was really there, He heard my child’s prayer, answering from up above. She gave like a little stream, I was her sunbeam and I felt my Savior’s love. I saw her kneel in prayer with our family every day listening to each whispered word. Gentle in deed and thought, all the things Jesus taught, following promptings she heard. And she lives to search ponder pray and she gives every day. So her thanks will always be thanks indeed. She put the music in me. He made the tiny wings, each little bird that sings in the leafy treetops up high. And all creatues great and small, I know God made them all because of her sweet lullabyes. And she’s like stars shining bright, and helps me to choose the right, and she gives me the hope of a life yet to be. She put the music in me. She is so good to me. Heavenly Father sent her to me and she taught me to lift up my voice and sing. She put the music in me. -Calee Reed Love you Mum xo