A gift of love given each day,
Mothers' don't even have to say,
The words which tell us they love us so,
By their actions it is something we know.
A gift for mom, what do we pick,
A day of help when she is sick,
Or do we plan a moment to spend,
Talking and laughing for hours on end?
Mothers don't need an object d'art,
Nor do they wish a filled shopping cart,
They wish to fill their heart and mind,
With memories of the happiest kind.
For more blogs by me visit at:
A blog mostly about quilting, but cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
New blog, tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
New Blog about dolls.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry
New Blogs about seed sprouting.
As always, any pictures or writings are my own.
Credit has been given to contributions not my own.
Please do not use without permission.
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