Although, my MuDear never said these words to me and I can only imagine this type of love and longing.  This debt could never be repaid.

YOUR NAME    BEVERLY____________

For the 9 months I carried you
Growing inside me, no charge
For the nights I sat up with you
Doctored and prayed for you, no charge

For the time and the tears and the costs through the years
There is no charge
When you add it all up the real cost of my love
 Is no charge

For the nights filled with dread
And the worries ahead, no charge
For the advice and the knowledge
And the costs of your college, no charge

For the toys, food and clothes
And for wiping your nose there’s no charge
When you add it all up the real cost of my love
Is no charge

My debt was forgiven in full

When you add it all up the real cost of real Mother’s love is  CHARGE

Praise God for all of the real Mothers!

I remember Mama, do you?