WHAT LUCK FOR ALL TO HAVE A MOTHER!!!

IN CASE YOU'D LIKE TO DEDICATE A LITTLE TIME TO YOUR MUM ON 'HER' OFFICIAL DAY, HERE'S SOME SUGGESTIONS. HELP YOURSELF!!

M - O - T - H - E - R
"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.

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the world wide over.

Mother's Love
Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a heaven there.
Author Unknown

Super Mom

Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.

You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.

You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.

I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!

By Joanna Fuchs

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And finally, Here's a super song by 'The Pretenders' you can sing along with your bros', sis' and Dad to that great lady in your life. Its title is "Hymn to Her" .

Pretenders Hymn to her

let me inside you
into your room
i've heard it's lined
with the things you don't show
lay me beside you
down on the floor
i've been your lover
from the womb to the tomb
i dress as your daughter
when the moon becomes round
you be my mother
when everything's gone

and she will always carry on
something is lost
but something is found
they will keep on
speaking her name
somethings change
some stay the same

keep beckoning to me
from behind that closed door
the maid and the mother
and the crone that's grown old

I hear your voice
coming out of that hole
I listen to you
and i want some more
I listen to you
and i want some more

and she will always carry on
something is lost
but something is found
they will keep on
speaking her name
some things change
some stay the same