Happy Mother's Day

A mother is an Angel,
truly Heaven's best invention,
she's always busy doing deeds
too numerous to mention.
There's just no way to measure
all the love and joy she brings,
Yes, a mother is an Angel
who has truly earned her wings!

Mother...that was the bank where we
deposited all our hurts and worries.
De Witt Talmage

Mother
The noblest thoughts my soul can claim,
The holiest words my tongue can frame,
Unworthy are to praise the name
Most sacred than all other.
An infant, when her love first came...
A man, I find it just the same;
Reverently I breathe her name,
The blessed name of mother.
George Griffith Fetter

Mother's Day
Let every day be Mother's Day!
Make roses grow along her way
And beauty everywhere.
Oh, never let her eyes be wet
Oh, never cease to care!
Come, grown children, and rejoice
That you can hear your mother's voice.

A day for her! For you she gave
Long years of love and service brave;
For you her youth was spent.
There was no weight of hurt or care
Too heavy for her strength to bear;
She followed where you went;
Her courage and her love sublime
You could depend on all the time.

No day or night she set apart
On which to open wide her heart
And welcome you within;
There was no hour you would not be
First in her thought and memory,
Though you were black as sin!
Though skies were gray or skies were blue
Not once has she forgotten you.

Let every day be Mother's Day!
With love and roses strew her way,
And smiles of joy and pride!
Come, grown up children, to the knee
Where long ago you used to be
And never turn aside;
Oh, never let her eyes grow wet
With tears, because her babes forget.
Edgar A. Guest

My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in 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 ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God's holy word and day,
And walk in wisdon's pleasant way?
My mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who wast so very kind to me...
My mother,

Oh 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 art feeble, old and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,...
My mother.
Jane Taylor
ca. early 1800's

The warmest corner of my heart
Is set aside for Mother.
A place reserved for her alone,
And not for any other.
Author Unknown