Eyes
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My Mother's hands are not like mine
But both can wave or climb a vine
Or make a castle out of sand
Or hold onto my Daddy's hand.
My Mother's eyes are not like mine
But both can see the bright sunshine
Our eyes can look way up and down
Tho' hers are blue and mine are brown.
My Mother's hair is not like mine
But both of us look very fine
With braids and bows and Sunday hats
We even put them on the cat!
My Mother's heart is just like mine!
We love and care and learn each line
Of God's own word to Mom, Dad and me.
Our insides are all that He can see.
Because God doesn't care about our skin
Or eyes, or hair, or even our chins!
He loves what's inside of me,
So I'm the best girl I can be.
God loves me so much, you see
That He gave me two Mommies--each are perfect just for me.
So every night I pray to God above
For the Mom who gave me life and for the Mom who gives me love.
© Tabitha
