Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms who do so much for their families. Mothers are the ones who brought us into the world kicking and screaming. Dad may have been there somewhere, but it was mom who did all the heavy lifting (or I should say pushing). But not all moms are created equal. Are there lousy mothers? Of course. But hopefully you don’t have one of those, you have the other kind, and it’s that kind that I want to focus on. The kind that is loving, sweet, and always there for you. The kind you feel so warm and comfortable with.

A few Mother’s Days ago I shared some favorite poems in this space. Those poems are just as good as ever today (there’s no expiration date on poetry that honors moms), so here they are again for this Mother’s Day. I hope at least one or two of them touch you a little bit.


~Author Unknown


You filled my days with rainbow lights,

Fairytales and sweet dream nights,

A kiss to wipe away my tears,

Gingerbread to ease my fears.

You gave the gift of life to me

And then in love, you set me free.

I thank you for your tender care,

For deep warm hugs and being there.

I hope that when you think of me

A part of you

You’ll always see.

Mother, If I Could Give You…

~Author Unknown


If I could give you diamonds for each tear you cried for me.

If I could five you sapphires for each truth you’ve helped me see.

If I could give you rubies for the heartache that you’ve known.

If I could give you pearls for the wisdom that you’ve shown.

Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, that would mount up to the skies.

That would almost match the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.

But I have no pearls, no diamonds, as I’m sure you’re well aware.

So I’ll give you gifts more precious; my devotion, love and care.

To My Mother

~Author Unknown


For all the times you gently picked me up,

When I fell down,

For all the times you tied my shoes

And tucked me into bed,

Or needed something

But put me first instead.

For everything we shared,

The dreams, the laughter,

And the tears,

I love you with a “Special Love”

That deepens every year.

Your Mother Is Always With You

~Author Unknown


She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s crystallized in every tear drop.

She’s the place you came from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step that you take.

She’s your first love and your first heart break.

Nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death…

will ever separate you from your mother…

You carry her inside you heart!

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


A word that means the world to me.

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)


And in honor of my own mother, I will end with one of the first songs she sang to me as a baby.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

(Written by: Jimmie Davis/Charles Mitchell)

My mother died several years ago but I think of her all the time. I’ll never stop missing her. On Mother’s Day I can’t help but feel a little jealous of those who can still celebrate the day with their mom by taking her out to brunch or dinner and bringing her flowers and other gifts. But mostly I’m jealous that I’m not able to give her a big hug and a kiss and tell her again how much I love her and appreciate all she has done for me. I like to think that she still knows.

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