She gave me life
And SHE gave me a wife
The shes are our mothers
And there are no others.
They nurtured us for the life ahead
Drilling lessons and responsibilities into our heads
They didn’t spare the rod or a backhand
But now that we are parents, we understand.
We give them credit for who we are
No handbooks for raising us, but they made par.
The good we kept, the mistakes we let go
Since they couldn’t go back to make it so.
We turned out just fine in a way
So this poem is for our mothers on Mother’s Day.
Happy Mothers Day Anna M. H. and Sylvia M. H.