A Poem looking back over some of the mothers days I was involved with, The gifts given to mother or the things my children did for me.
As a child Mother’s Day came, And Mother was pleasantly surprised to find breakfast ready when she returned from the shed,One Mother’s Day Dad bought Mother a washing machine,
Some how that didn’t go down to well, time went on and my siblings and I sent card and gifts,Thanking Mother for all she did,Thinking back Mother in my eyes was one of the best,Though sometimes I liked my aunt better, Two sisters so different its hard to believe,But they both loved us in their own special way. Advancing some years when my children arrived, the breakfasts in Bed of cold tea and toast, But it was the thought that counted the most,
The children grew older and the gifts like plant baskets appeared, I had some of those plants for years,My Birthday occurs on the same day at times and the children would send cards with great rhymes
.Truthfully all I really would like is just to know that my family is all right,A hug or two would go down well too.
Goodness Mother’s day is almost here again 
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