The sweet little bundle, I carry in my arms Smiles when he sees my face . . . Making my heart all warm. The joy in an infant Learning to clap his hands, A baby's first steps, or Building castles out of sand. Toys give way to rides, Making new friends in the world. Sports become his major. Then, friends give way to girls. Receiving high honors Becomes a campus man. As life gets even busier, He comes home when he can. Next, the celebration, "I found that special girl." Marriage, then comes baby . . . A precious little pearl. That sweet little bundle, You carry in your arms, Smiles when he sees your face. And makes our hearts all warm. ©Joyce C. Lock Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Website

Life began by waking up and
loving my mother's face.

~George Elliot~

A Mother's Love
Arlene's Heavenly Miscellaneous Midis