This file is in honor of all the good mothers out there.
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Remember, Mother's Day is the second Sunday in May.

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Thank You

For all the ways you've cared for me,
For all the love you've shared with me,
for always being there for me,
thank you so much, Mom!

Thank you for the home you've made;
for moments of love I'd never trade.
My life is so rich because of your part,
I love you, Mom, with all my heart.

Appreciating Mother

Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion . . . happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow . . . and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space . . . not even death!
May we never take our mothers for granted.

Mother, Thank you

for Easter eggs and Christmas trees
bandages on skinned up knees
for nursing colds and making beds
pillows under sleepy heads
for loving stray dogs, kittens, and birds
laughing at jokes you've already heard
for birthday cakes and tooth fairy dimes
for planning and sharing special times
for playing tag and bagging lunches
accepting mud pies and hugs in bunches
for understanding puppy-love pain
high red boots for walking in rain
for all these things and so much more
the things I never said "thank you" for
I love you!


(Howard Johnson)

M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she's growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold;
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell MOTHER,
A word that means the world to me.

Mothers and Others

Others weary of the noise,
Mothers play with girls and boys.

Others work with patient will,
Mothers labor later still.

Other's love is more or less,
Mothers love with steadiness.

Others pardon, hating yet;
Mothers pardon and forget.

Others keep the ancient score,
Mothers never shut the door.

Others grow incredulous,
Mothers still believe in us.

Others throw their faith away,
Mothers pray, and pray and pray.

To Mom

For all the times
you gently picked me up
when I fell down,
for all the times
you traded me
a warm smile for a frown,
for all the times
you tied my shoe
and tucked me into bed,
or needed something
for yourself
but put me first instead . . .
For everything we've shared--
the dreams, the laughter
and the tears . . .
I love you with
a special love
that deepens through
the years.

I Think of You

(for someone who was
like a mother to you)

When times were hard,
You were there,
When I was wrong,
You were fair.

When I was sad,
You'd comfort me,
When I was blind,
You made me see.

I never knew,
Just what I had,
So I'd treat you,
Really bad.

But you were there,
Through the end,
Through thick and thin,
You were my friend.

That's what they say
Mothers do,
So when I say Mom,
I think of you.

Our Dear Mother

How can we thank you
for all that you've done.
The love you have given
the kindness you've shown.

God certainly knew
we needed you in our lives
To share in our joys
and help us through strife.

It's hard to express
what no word can impart,
Just know you will always be
close to our hearts.

We can never repay
the debt that we owe,
But as we go forward
We want you to know,

In all of the world
there is simply no other
Who has given us more than you
Our dear mother.

Album Idea
Use this poem in a sentiments album for a Mother's Day gift. Use a simple style with ivy, pansy, pink rose, bow, whisper heart and whisper design line stickers and lilac, violet, purple, evergreen, khaki floral and cement paper. Cut small squares or triangles or narrow borders of paper and decorate with stickers. Put one or two lines of the poem on each page with appropriate photos.

My Mother Kept a Garden...

A garden of the heart
She planted all the good things
That gave my life its start.

She turned me to the sunshine
and encouraged me to dream
Fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self esteem

And when the winds and rain came
She protected me enough
But not too much because she knew
I needed to grow strong and tough

Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong
Markers for my pathway
that will last a lifetime long

I am my mothers garden
I am her legacy
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me.

Only Mothers Know

(Jean Todd Freeman)

Once upon a summer
When love was warm
My father ran with me
Through a hail storm.
We were all laughing
Though struck from on high--
My sweet fleet sister,
My father and I.
But Mother saw darkness
Where we saw none,
And spoke of sadness
Though we were safe home.
How could she know the sorrow
we dared not see?
How guess the heartbreak
and soulshake to be?
There is no safe-home.
That's the deep well
Only mothers know about,
And seldom tell.

A Mother's Love

(Emily Taylor)

There is not a grand inspiring thought,
There is not a truth by wisdom taught,
There is not a feeling pure and high,
That may not be read in a mother's eye.
There are teachings in earth and sky and air,
The heavens the glory of God declare;
But louder than voice, beneath, above,
He is heard to speak through a mother's love.

Imperfect Mom

Lord, thank you for
giving me an imperfect mom,
for using her to teach me
that love is more important than perfection,
that kids are more important than things,
and that it is more important
to do things with your children
rather that just for them.

Today's Mothers

We read about the mothers
Of the days of long ago,
With their gentle, wrinkled faces
And their hair as white as snow;
They were middle-aged at forty,
And at fifty donned lace caps,
And at sixty clung to shoulder shawls
And loved their little naps.

But I love the modern mother
Who can share in all the joys,
And who understands the problems
Of her growing girls and boys;
She may boast that she is fifty;
But her heart is twenty-three --
My glorious, bright-eyed mother
Who is keeping young with me.

To Mom

Over the years,
I've watched
the wonderful ways
you've made life special
for our family . . .
the moments of love
and laughter,
the traditions
and memories
we'll carry with us
throughout our lives.
But most of all
I've watched the way
you've shown us
the true meaning of love
in everything you do.

Appreciating Mothers Regardless of Her Faults

At . . .
1 year - Mama
4 years - I want my Momma.
7 years - I need to ask my mommy first.
12 years - My Mother is so uncool.
17 years - Naturally, Mother doesn't understand.
21 years - Mom is so out of touch - What would you expect?
30 years - A little patience . . . Maybe Mom will have a good idea.
35 years - I'll call Mom and see what she thinks. Mom is really a lot of help.
40 years - Maybe Mom and I could do that together.
50 years - I wonder what Mom would have thought about it.
60 years - I wish I could talk it over with Mom once more.

Mean Moms

We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up, they had to come up to the door so she could meet them.
And while everyone else could date when they were twelve or thirteen, we had to wait until we were sixteen.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced.
None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property, or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
We never got drunk, took up smoking, stayed out all night, or a million other things other kids did.
Sundays were reserved for church, and we never missed once. We knew better.
Now that we have left home, we are all God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms anymore.

Things My Mother Taught Me

In Celebration of Mothers

Mom and Dad were watching TV when the Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes into the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the newspapers strewn on the floor, picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Hubby called, "I thought you said you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and called the cat in, then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow.
Mom then washed her face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and trimmed her nails.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed."

And he did . . . without another thought.

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