
We called her "Mom" though varied names we wore.
We came from many backgrounds to her home;
Yet always with a smile and outstretched hands
She welcomed us as though we were her own.
We called her "Mom" and from the very time
She met us she could call us all by name.
When spoken with her gentle, special touch
Each name took on a glow and fresh acclaim.
We called her "Mom" - and never did a queen
Wear grace so nobly or more like a crown;
The secret of her radiance we called "Pop,"
His love adorned her life like a glorious gown.
We called her "Mom" - first shyly, then with pride;
We somehow knew that to her that meant more
Than all the praise and golden accolades
That destiny had brought to her bright door.
We called her "Mom" and for each one of us
Mom Byrnes will always have a special place;
in treasured memories and in our hearts
She left a living gift of love and grace.