It is that time again in May

When mothers we provide a special day

What gift is there that we can give

To show how much we think of them

Diamonds or pearls

Gold or silver

Cards and flowers

Will any of these really show

How deep inside the does go

Will they wilt away or dull with time

And will the love show sublime

Gifts from the heart we say are best

Maybe a homemade shawl around her chest

Photos arranged in a mural of love

Or some little cast porcelain dove

No matter how we view these gifts

She will smile and say how it is best

Mothers labor and love and cherish

Mothers sweat and cry and hurt for us

Mothers always want what is best

Mothers far too often have no rest

For in their lives they want for you

All the things they couldnt do

They want you happy and try to see

The day that it will be

So on this day I must beseech

That into your heart you reach

And find that it is not a day

That you must show your love this way

For come the Monday after

And days and weeks that follow

Show in every way and every word

How much their love brings into your world

And a special PS to those out there

A mother doesnt mean they bear

It means only they care

They could have joined you late in life

And became your fathers wife

But if they give you all they could

And help you to be all you should

Then they are a mother no matter what the term

Show them you love them and praise what you learn

For mothers love you because they do

Not for gifts or a card or two

And even if not by blood

It is truly because they love

By Dave <nims>

5-12-00