Sunday is Mother’s Day

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Whether you are 5 or 50 or even older, do not forget to remember your Mother this Sunday.  I will celebrate Mother’s Day on this post by publishing a small anthology of verse and thoughts for this special day.

The  Spice Girls said it all!

A disney version as well for you!

Now for a poem

Somebody’s Mother

by Mary Dow Brine

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter’s day.
The street was wet with the recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout.
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses’ feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
“I’ll help you across if you wish to go.”

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
For all she’s aged and poor and slow;

“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”

And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, “God be kind to the noble boy
Who is somebody’s son and pride and joy.”

Now for some thoughts about Mothers

An angry mother took her son to the doctor and asked, “Is a nine-year-old boy able to perform appendectomy?”

“Of course not,” the doctor said impatiently.

The mother turned to her son and said, “What did I tell you? Now put it back.”
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The child had his mother’s eyes, his mother’s nose, and his mother’s mouth. Which leaves his mother with a pretty blank expression.
Robert Benchley
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A woman came to ask the doctor if a woman should have children after thirty-five. I said, “Thirty-five children is enough for any woman.”
Gracie Allen
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When my mom got really mad, she would say, “Your butt is my meat.” Not a particularly attractive phrase. And I always wondered, Now, what wine goes with that?
Paula Poundstone
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My mom was a little weird. When I was little she would make chocolate frosting. And she’d let me lick the beaters. And then she’d turn them off.
Marty Cohen
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The boy’s mother had bought him two new ties. He hurried into his bedroom, immediately put on one of them, and hurried back.

“Look, Mama! Isn’t it gorgeous?”

His mother said, “What’s the matter? You don’t like the other one?”

 

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