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.

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