I want us all to show our mommas some love, it's not easy to be a momma as I always say. Our mom carries almost all the care and burdens. I love you mom.
That's why I'm dedicating this long ago poem to our mommas.
MY MOTHER!!!
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on 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 taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’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?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
by Ann Taylor.
I tried to encourage us to love our mom more at this very time we can still have them present.
Thank you for reading my piece.
