Monday 16 March 2015

Mothering Sunday

                                                             


   Mothering Sunday.
Its Mothering Sunday but no Mum is near,
To straighten tie or brush our hair,
For years ago she was called to rest,
A special Mum who I thought the best,
Its days like this that we recall
Those special traits which helped us all,
The patience, calm and loving smile,
The look that would at once beguile,
If we were anguished and afraid,
She calmed our fears and made us brave,
Oh how I wish that she could see,
That frightened child that used to be,
But by words and guidance we now display
The influences we espouse today,
Our thanks to all the mums out there,
Who raised us all with kindness and care,
And let us hope that we do the same,
For our children who bear our name.
 
© Ted Morgan

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