You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.
You taught me how to count,
And how to say my ABC's,
How to say "You're Welcome,"
"Thank You," and "Pretty Please."
You taught me "Our Father,"
And "Hail Mary, Full of Grace,"
And how to greet a neighbor,
With a smile and embrace.
You taught me that all things,
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Mother,
You taught me how to love.
You taught me that all leprechauns,
Possessed a pot of gold.
And that they had these unicorns,
Back in the days of old.
You taught me that a fantasy,
Could end up with a scream.
You taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on a dream.
You taught me words of wisdom,
And tended to my every need.
You gave me all the tools,
That a man needs to succeed.
You filled my world with laughter,
And you brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why,
You're my best and favorite girl.
by: Ronald Doe
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.
You taught me how to count,
And how to say my ABC's,
How to say "You're Welcome,"
"Thank You," and "Pretty Please."
You taught me "Our Father,"
And "Hail Mary, Full of Grace,"
And how to greet a neighbor,
With a smile and embrace.
You taught me that all things,
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Mother,
You taught me how to love.
You taught me that all leprechauns,
Possessed a pot of gold.
And that they had these unicorns,
Back in the days of old.
You taught me that a fantasy,
Could end up with a scream.
You taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on a dream.
You taught me words of wisdom,
And tended to my every need.
You gave me all the tools,
That a man needs to succeed.
You filled my world with laughter,
And you brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why,
You're my best and favorite girl.
by: Ronald Doe
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