Posts tagged Mothers Day

Mothers Day Poem

87760013

I don’t know how you make the time

To do the things you do,

You cook and clean and wash my hair,

when is there time for you?

You helped me with my homework,

you took me here and there.

You gently tucked me into bed

and softly said a prayer.

I know you get up early,

to see that we aren’t late.

How do you get us fed and clean,

and always look so great?

I guess what I am saying,

is you mean alot to me.

And I appreciate the things

you do- for us, your family.

Though once a year is not

enough to hear these things I say-

I love you, mom, with all my heart!

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

 

Advertisement

Comments (3) »

Commercialized Holidays

Image

Valentines Day, Mothers, Day,

Fathers Day, so many more.

What if we don’t get a Valentine or box of candy?

What if we don:t see all of our kids, or parents

or put flowers on their graves?

If we must have a special day to recognize those we love,

then our love is shallow and lacking.

If we do not recognize them on these “special days”.

We are not appreciative, thoughtless…

Think of those you love every day, tell them every day,

love them every day. All of your lives will be much richer.

Today, I did not eat with all my kids,

I put flowers on my mom’s grave and my then-15 year old sons.

Today, I stood in line to eat lunch with part of them,

my lonely father order food he didn’t want and didn’t eat.

Having a friend take a photo of my son and I with my flowers.

Or my son showing me bullfrog tadpoles, meant much more.

Remember how short time is and how much today means.

Take the little treasures and keep them, for soon they slip away.

Comments (7) »

Mothers Day Memories

A lock of hair,a baby tooth

 A shirt you wore when you were two.

A card you made, a ball you threw,

 Is that all I’ve left of you?

 

I close my eyes and wipe a tear,

 For all we’ve lost, the time, the years.

I see your smile, your voice comes through.

 I search for any thought of you.

 

I see him here, his arms enfold,

 The part of me that’s left to hold.

And suddenly, I see it’s true,

 You left to him, a part of you.

Comments (3) »