The gentle touch of a hand that expresses great love. A grateful smile for the gift of a child from above.

Each mother with child, through adoption, or birth, Understands God’s value placed on each child’s worth.

That’s why mothers endure with patience and pain, As they pray that their children know spiritual gain.

When your mother says, “No”, it’s for your own good. As you grow older, this will be, by you, understood.

She changed your dirty diapers which assaulted her nose. You didn’t produce the fragrance of a sweet-smelling rose.

She soothes your pain and kisses away your tears, And comforts you throughout all of your years.

Sometimes she seems mean and you think she’s unfair, When she prepares you for life in the world that’s out there.

She’s older than you, and she’s made mistakes of her own. That’s why she’ll protect you until you’re fully grown.

You will one day be free to make your own choice. Until then heed the wisdom of your mother’s loving voice.

My mother is gone, and I can’t hug her today, Go hug your mom and say, “Happy Mother’s Day”.

by Joe Bosch, A tiny, well-pruned twig grafted onto His vine. jbosch@i-55.com