When God made mothers, He took great care To fill their hearts with love so rare. Their children are their greatest prize; You can see the great love in your mother’s eyes.Love, love is a mother’s gift To their precious … Continue reading →
You cared for me as a little tot, When all I did was cry a lot, And as I grew your work did too– I ran and fell and got black and blue.I grew some more and it didn’t stop; … Continue reading →
Mother’s Day brings to mind The thousands of things you did for me that helped make me happier, stronger and wiser, because I had you as a role model.I’m grateful for all the times you healed my hurts and calmed … Continue reading →
Mom, I look at you and see a walking miracle. Your unfailing love without limit, your ability to soothe my every hurt, the way you are on duty, unselfishly, every hour, every day, makes me so grateful that I am … Continue reading →
You turned out even better Than I often dreamed you’d be; You’re more than I had hoped for; You’re a sweet reward to me.You grew up to be a mother Full of wisdom, warmth and love, A good and fine … Continue reading →
I often contemplate my childhood, Mom. I am a mother now, and so I know Hard work is mixed together with the fun; You learned that when you raised me long ago. I think of all the things you gave … Continue reading →
Life is simple and gay The bright sun rings with a quiet sound The sound of the bells has quieted down This morning the light hits it all The footlights of my head are lit again And the room I … Continue reading →
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes … Continue reading →
Once more, then, we meet In the circles of yore; Let our song be as sweet In its wreaths as before, Who claims the first place In the tribute of song? The God to whose grace All our pleasures belong. … Continue reading →
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation Of crimes cliched by Repetition. Her children, strangers To childhood’s TOYS, play Best the … Continue reading →
