My Children make me special,
I don't need a day to make it so,
Is this day set aside to honor us,
Maybe, but I don't think so.
Maybe to make us stop and think,
What is this job we do,
We're in charge of bringing up a nation,
Just as your mom brought up you.
Today my thoughts are of my mom,
My dad is with her now,
I remember when I was sick,
How they would wipe my brow.
For my kids I did the same,
The nights were very long,
I sat along side the bed,
Hoping nothing would go wrong.
Children grown, living far away,
In my heart they are,
The memories of little ones,
Are never very far.
My Children made me special,
Keeping me in their hearts,
Sometimes they've a question,
Needing the knowledge I might impart.
Each day I'm glad a mother I am,
I remember the mothers I know,
Who helped me raise my children,
Showing me the roads to go.
Other blog sites by me:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup
who has become a hidden treasure.
A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
an intro to baking for kids.
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