This page is dedicated to my mother and ALL mothers in the world. It is a brief collection of poetry and humorous words...that I gathered for Mother's Day 1999.
(THANK YOU friends who wrote/sent these to me!)
From the moment you held me in your arms,
and I looked into your eyes
I knew that you loved me deeply
this truth was no surprise
And so today I remember
the sparkle that I first saw
in the eyes of my loving MOTHER
who forgives my every flaw
You always made me believe
that you wanted the best for me
that whatever it was I needed
I had earned, so it wasn't for free
You taught me to value friendship
that devotion was an honest gift
You also taught me that strength is found
where pain in our heart, is felt swift
You showed me that love really matters
that every challenge, is our time to grow
and from you I learned that prayers are heard
but sometimes God's answer is "No".
Now as I grow older with you, MOM...
I thank God for every day that we share...
I know I am blessed,
to have a mother like you,
Thank you ...
for always being there!
Happy Mother's Day MOM!
A PRICELESS TREASURE
Some woman may seek fortune and fame
as along their way they go,
but she chose to stay home in a quaint little house
where children and gardens grow.
She bound up bruises and kissed away hurts,
as she cooked and ironed and swept.
She made dollies and kites and sewed baseball gloves,
while the rest of the family slept.
Her coats and hats were quite out of style,
but she was content with less;
in order to give a brown-eyed little girl
her wish for a new party dress.
Don't waste any sympathy on her,
for she already knows;
there's a lot more to being a mother
than wearing second-hand clothes.
When it comes to baking cookies and pies,
a master chef is she.
She rules at a story-telling hour
about knights and their chivalry.
She makes a home from a house or rooms,
cozy, and warm and snug;
and she gets her rewards in a happy laugh,
a kiss and a sticky hug.
She'll never amass a fortune of gold,
for naught can measure her worth.
She's the mistress of laughter and trusting eyes.
She's a Mother, Queen of the earth!
-- by Patricia A. Kellemeyer
Things My Mother Taught Me
- Author unknown...
My Mother taught me LOGIC...
"If you fall off that swing and break your neck,
you can't go to the store with me."
My Mother taught me MEDICINE...
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes,
they're going to freeze that way."
My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD...
"If you don't pass your spelling test,
you'll never get a good job!"
My Mother taught me ESP...
"Put your sweater on;
don't you think that I know when you're cold?"
My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE...
"What were you thinking?
Answer me when I talk to you...
Don't talk back to me!"
My Mother taught me HUMOR...
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes,
don't come running to me."
My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT...
"If you don't eat your vegetables,
you'll never grow up.
My mother taught me ABOUT SEX...
"How do you think you got here?"
My mother taught me about GENETICS...
"You are just like your father!"
My mother taught me about my ROOTS...
"Do you think you were born in a barn?"
My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE...
"When you get to be my age,
you will understand."
My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION...
"Just wait until your father gets home."
My mother taught me about RECEIVING...
You are going to get it when we get home.
and my all time favorite thing- JUSTICE...
"One day you will have kids,
and I hope they turn out just like YOU..
then you'll see what it's like."
HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR
Glenda, 3, was watching her mother put on face cream. "Why are you putting that on your face, Mama?" she asked. "It's supposed to make me beautiful," her mother said. "Well," Glenda blurted out, "they lied
A mother was bemoaning the fact that she had found some gray hairs. "Don't worry, Mom," her little girl said, "lots of old ladies wear their hair gray!"
Lynsi told her grandmother, "You smell so good! Is that Oil of Old Lady?"
Riley, 3, received some clothes from his grandparents for Christmas. A week later he wore one of his new shirts to nursery school. His teacher asked him if he had received a new shirt. "Yeah, Grandma gave it to me," Riley said. "I think it got too small for her!"
A first grader told his teacher his mother "fixes good food, takes us places and helps us... and she's the favorite wife of my dad!"
A story is for moms who sometimes feel like they're falling apart: "I love you to pieces," a mother told her 2-year-old. "I love you together!" the 2-year-old said.
When his grandmother visited, 2-year-old Kevin saw that she would cater to his every whim. His mother commented that his grandmother was "a real pushover." The next morning when Kevin's mother asked him what he wanted to do that day he said, "Well, let's go downstairs and push over Grandma!"
Tim, 3, loved chocolate milk. The first time he saw his mother breastfeed his newborn sister he asked, "Is it chocolate or white?"
Hailey, 3, told her mother they would know when the cookies are done "when the smoke alarm goes off!"
"Mom," a little boy said forcefully, "when our friends are here you're all nicey-nice. The minute they leave you yell your head off!"
Glenn, 5, was talking to a visitor in their home. When asked, "Where did you get those pretty blue eyes?" Glenn thought for a moment and replied, "God gave them to me and Mama put them in!"
A fourth grader was told to write about her Christmas memories. Her essay told about each member of the family and what he or she received from Santa. The last sentence was: "My mom got nothing as usual."
-- by Grace Witwer Housholder
A fellow heartwarmer and an award-winning journalist, Grace Witwer Housholder is the author of "The Funny Things Kids Say Will Brighten Any Day" books. You can review this book at the following convenient location:
There is a woman that I love,
With all my heart and soul.
But, in my life, she never really,
Played an active role.
She only held me briefly,
Before she did depart.
But I will always cherish her,
And keep her in my heart.
So graceful and so beautiful,
This woman in my past.
And I cling on to all I can,
To make those memories last.
I was the baby, in her womb,
She carried with affection.
Five months into her pregnancy,
The doctor found infection.
We need to get that baby out,
It's critical for you.
It may cause major problems,
If it's carried till it's due.
Fifty-fifty are the odds,
At the very best.
That you'll survive the baby's birth,
According to the test.
We'll also do some surgery,
When we enter in.
So you won't have to worry,
About pregnancy again.
"Absolutely not," she said,
"This baby's part of me."
"I will take the chances and then,
What will be, will be."
Then she carried me to term,
And on that fatal day,
When I was born, she held me briefly,
Then she passed away.
I never knew my Mother,
And she never heard me say,
"How very much I love you, Mommy,
On this Mother's Day."
I only wish I had the chance,
Like many others do.
To look my Mother in the eyes,
To whisper, "I love you."
So please don't take for granted,
That she always will be there.
On Mother's Day remember to,
Tell her how much you care.
So to that special lady,
Who has given you life too,
Look her in the eyes and tell her,
"Mother, I love you."
-- by PoppyK1@aol.com
Poppy's poems are copyrighted by Fleeting Moments Publishing and may not be reproduced without permission.
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Sweet Dreams and Tender Tears
- Limited Edition
"MOMMA'S PRECIOUS HANDS"
When I was just a baby,
they cared for me each day.....
And even when they scolded,
love's all they could say.....
They did my clothes, and cooked my food,
My Momma's precious hands
are so special to me....
In church they praised the Lord
and worked for Him, too....
At home they shower their love
in all they would do....
But what made them precious most-
is in time of prayer....
When momma laid her hands on me,
I knew Jesus, too was there....
No feeling in the world
compares to that special touch....
It bolted through my heart and soul,
blessing me so much....
I know those precious hands
were a connection to above....
Nothing is more complete-
than God and Momma's love....
Honor and Love your Mothers,
WHEN IS MOTHER'S DAY?
Written by Kenny Mitchell
We set aside a day each year
-to honor our sweet mom-
We send her cards and flowers
she cries when they come...
But what really makes a Mother's day,
A mother's bond with her child
is special easily...
For the moment we are born,
she has pride in her eyes...
Every step along the way,
We are-With her-First prize!!!!
Those wobbly little feet
finally standing on their own
It's Mother's day again,
she's a Queen on her throne...
And when we're all grown up
with her help along the way...
From her, we learned of Jesus,
and also how to pray...
But the very best of all those days
she will ever see...
Is the day we give our hearts to Christ!
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PLEASE THANK GOD THIS WEEKEND
FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR MOTHER!!!!
Love and Prayers,
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