It is worth celebrating just to appreciate their love and care in sickness and in distress.
Poet Ann Taylor composed the efforts of mothers in a beautiful rythym, titled MY MOTHER.
MY MOTHER
Who sat and watched my infant head
when sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that I should die,
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way,
My Mother.
Ah, no! The thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.
When thou are feeble old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pain away.
My Mother.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
