No Greater Love


When we were young, we little knew
How rare a love in her heart grew.
Through sacrifices large and small,
She wove her love around us all.

As children do, we brought her pain;
But never once did she complain.
She did not welcome autumn days,
When school would take us all away.

For fame and wealth she did not long,
But found fulfillment in her home;
Nor did she count her life a loss
Or think she bore an unkind cross.

Delighting in us all her days,
She heaped upon us words of praise.
No greater love have children found--
Our mother wanted us around.

Tina Rae Collins
(idea for poem by Jaralene Dickey)

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