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
by Mary Dow Brine
The woman was old and ragged and gray
She stood at the crossing and waited long
Down the street with laughter and shout.
Past the woman so old and gray
At last came one of the merry troop,
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
Then back again to his friends he went,
“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
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.”
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.
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.”
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?
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.
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?”