FOR a lot of us now,
This day is just a fond memory, But we do remember how, Some things used to be. The warm toast and tea in bed,
Those loving words that were said.
A bunch of special flowers to give,
Big hugs and the love that will always live.
Mothers are God’s wonderful creations
Bearing the pain through the generations.
They nurture and encourage over the years,
Often wiping noses and brushing away tears.
Mothers should rule, when it comes to war,
As it would end and there would be no more.
We miss the loving tender touch,
Which did mean so very much.
As time moves on and they pass away,
We now have younger faces to brighten our day.