MOTHER (a poem)

To the mother who gave her all,
To loving her children so tiny and small.
To the mother who did the best,
Her children shall rise up and call her blessed.
For the mother who did without the finer things,
She is rewarded with the love that motherhood brings.

Through diapers and bottles,
And preschoolers with full force throttles.
Through Dances and dating, And worries of premarital mating!
With loving instruction and hugs and kisses!
She even found time to do the dishes!

Oh beautiful Mom, so sweet and tender, better memories my mind could not have rendered. There is one prayer I pray today...That I will be a Great Mom Like you someday.