MOTHER

Today is Mothers Day in Brasil and I though I should mark to occasion with a poem.

Have a blessed Sunday,

Lionel


MOTHER
(Thoughts on Mothers Day 10 May 2009)

Our mothers are a special breed,
They love us through and through.
Their first thought every time they wake
Is not themselves but me and you.

They love us when we’re happy,
They love us when we’re sad,
They love us most of all I think,
Whenever we’ve been bad.

They love not in the romantic way,
But deep, without condition,
They hurt whenever we get hurt,
Feel our joy and our contrition.

From the time we’re born they foster us,
And teach us right from wrong.
To know the race that we call life,
Goes not always to the strong.

Because they’ve always been there,
It’s as though we are enchanted,
We don’t appreciate all they do,
And take their love for granted.

They don’t ask much of me and you,
They worry that they’ll fail us,
They try so hard to keep us safe,
Assume blame when doubts assail us.

So when just on one day a year,
We’re asked to honour mother,
Make sure you spoil her, make her smile,
For she is like no other.

©Lionel Owen 2009