Lora Lee
There was a child, God gave to me |
Her name was Lora, yes Lora Lee |
When she was a baby, what joy she did bring |
more than an emerald or diamond ring, |
When she was a toddler, she began to cut up, |
She hit her sister with a coffee cup! |
When off to school she went with tears, |
Valerie was there to take away her fears, |
Then she got a brand new Dad, |
and that made her extremely glad! |
They took to each other, right from the start, |
and that brought joy to my motherly heart. |
As she grew older, the boys came along, |
and Lora was always singing a song. |
Of course we had strife, |
All parents do, |
but thats part of life |
I'm telling you. |
When Lora at last, into womanhood grew, |
She put her life on hold for family, t'is true. |
There was illness, and death, and illness again |
and finally it all came to and end. |
Lora again went off to school. |
A job Lora now needed to pursue. |
Nursing was the way she'd go, |
That profession is stable, |
Don't you know? |
After three long years she got her degree, |
and then she bought a house for me! |
I don't know why God chose me, |
to be the Mother of Lora Lee? |
She's one in a million, that child of mine, |
and for that I thank God Divine. |
He sent me an angel from up above, |
also a best friend for me to love. |
Mom |
Happy Birthday Baby |
5/17/2000 |