Three times I’ve known a mother’s grace,
In different forms, one sacred place.
My life has been so richly stirred
By love lived out in deed and word.

My mom, the first to shape my days,
Who guided me through winding ways.
Her steady hands, her watchful care,
Ever encircle everywhere.

My wife, who walks this road with me,
A living strength so quietly.
In her, I’ve seen what love can do
When vows are lived in all that’s true.

My daughter, now a mother too,
With gentle strength I always knew.
To watch her give, to watch her guide,
Fills me with wonder deep inside.

Three mothers, each a different light,
That warms my days and guards my night.
And in their love, I clearly see
How God has chosen to bless me.