Mothers are skinny, some are fat,
Some have lots of hair;
Some have wrinkles, some are smooth,
But mothers are always fair.

A mother's love is a treasure rare,
She holds you in her heart;
She knows your problems and your faults,
She's known you from your start.

She doesn't care if you are a beauty,
Or look much like a toad;
To her your virtues are silver,
And your smile is pure gold.

A mother thinks that you are perfect,
As long as you are you;
She wants your love and respect,
And to yourself to always be true.

A mother's cries are heard in heaven,
God feels her pain and joy;
God sees her cry with her daughter,
He sees her laugh with her boy.

Remember your mother on this her day,
Think of all she's shared with you;
All the sacrifices she has made,
So the best was found in you.

© Sandra S. Oidtman - 2011