The Gift by Max Sebastian Burchett Poem by Max Burchett

However you say the name,
Mom, Mum, Momma, Mommy,
We all feel the same.

Dear Mother, Thank you!
For all you did for me.
You did not have to,
I know, it was all a genuine gift.
You wanted to.

Every meal, all I wore,
Did not matter, if a little or more,
You gave all you had, was mine,
Then touched my heart with loving words, and stories read,
Your voice, stored always in my mind.

The love you gave
Was like no other gift in this world,
Greater than all earthly things.
What carried me on,
What meant more,
Was your gift
Of love divine.

Thank you, Mama!