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| A Mother . . . |
| A Mother Is . . . Someoen who cares when others care less Someone who encourages when others ridicule Someone who defends when others condemn Someone with patience when others are impatient Someone who appreciates when others fail to notice Someone who gives security in a world of insecurity Someone who is accepting when others reject A mother is a friend for all time, to cherish and protect as her achievements will linger for generations |
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| A Mother A mother can be almost any size or age She has soft hands and smells good A mother likes new dresses, music, a clean house and her children's kisses A mother does not like having her children sick, temper tantrums, loud noise, or bad report cards She can bake good cakes and pies, but likes to see her children eat vegetables Amother is underpaid, has long hours and gets very little rest She worries to much about her children And no matter how old they are, she still likes to think of her children as babies A mother is the guardian angel of the family, the queen, the tender heart of love She is the best friend anyone ever has A mother is "LOVE" |
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| I'd Rather . . . I'd rather be a mother than anyone on earth Bringing up a child or two of unpretentious birth I'd rather nurse a rosy babe with warm lips on my breast Than wear a queens medallion above a heart less blessed I'd rather tuck a little child all safe and sound in bed Than twine a chain of diamonds around my foolish head I'd rather wash a smudgy face with round, bright baby eyes Than paint the pageantry of fame or walk among the wise |
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