When teardrops fall
Because a heart is in pieces;
It is our mother
Who understands and tries to please
us.
When we are ill
And the fevers rise;
It is our mother
Who holds us and hears our cries.
When the world is cruel,
Our dreams we stretch to reach;
It is our mother
Who is always there to teach.
When we are happy
And a smile covers our face;
It is our mother
Who will share that space.
When all our friends are gone,
And the days seem never to end;
Our mother will be there
To always be our friend.
Mothers bring us into this world,
And spend their lives to help us grow;
Teach us of God and the things we
need,
And we often break her heart, you
know.
So on this day dedicated to them,
May God bless our mothers in a special
way;
May He help us to forever remember,
If it weren't for them, we wouldn't
be today.
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This poem was written by Sandra S.Oidtman in 2003
to honor all mothers everywhere.
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