My Mother's Day
We remember our mothers
On this special day.
But what does my mother
Do, anyway?
Mom wakes up each morning
To coffee with cream.
But the day’s just begun;
There’s much more to be seen.
She spends time with Jesus
Who gives her the strength
To tackle the day
Despite its great length.
Mom feeds the dog kibble
And gives her fresh water
And then fastens on
The pup’s little black collar.
Mom prepares a great feast
For Grandma, so sweet,
Then sets up the quilting
For Grandma to pleat.
Mom waters the garden,
Removes all the weeds,
Plays in the dirt,
Planting tiny new seeds.
She cuts out her coupons,
Finding great deals,
Which cut down on costs,
On many great meals.
Out comes the blender.
Why do you think?
To whip up for Grandma
A protein fruit drink.
To the doctor they go,
Grandpa, Grandma, and her,
To sign legal papers,
To find a health cure.
Mom then returns home
Just in time for a rest.
Oh no! What to feed
All the birds in this nest?
After whipping up scrumptious
Food in array,
Mom turns on TV
And rests from the day.
But the fridge still needs cleaning!
What a terrible blow.
Mom hopes she can soon watch
Her beloved TV show.
After the fridge
Is all nice and neat,
Mom eats some cold cereal
And puts up her feet.
So this was my mom’s day,
A constant gift of herself to another.
Today is the day
To honor our mothers.