Mom

I love my mom
for she was more than a charm;
brighter than the sun
as I rise my day has just begun.

If their is a greater love it is what I have not known,
as I travel this yellow brick road alone.
I hope to god first,and mom most of all,that I make it back-up home without a fall.

The feeling I feel is a mystery in disguise and mutual at the same time, Why?
Becuse they go hand in hand,like fast forward and rewind.

Point made and i'm sure well given.
All wrapped up my delicious thanksgiving.

To sum this up in words I can not, for see, there is no love tighter than the bound of a knot.