From our mother’s womb, our life began.
As tottlers we loved to hold her hand.
Shopping, cooking on the frying pan,
No time to read, rest or work her tan.
Mom’s hearts burn bright, yet are crowned with thorns,
Their kid’s digressions cause them to mourn.
Glasses are broken, trousers are torn,
They break rules from which they were forewarned…
Sharp migraine headaches and sleepless nights,
Resolving scuffles, breaking up fights.
Offering wisdom, precious insights…
Mom’s firm Faith is a beacon of light.
This “school of love” is taught without pay.
Mom’s strong example, shows us the way.
Her warm, gentle smile kept us all at bay…
I love you mom, Happy Mother’s Day!!!
