When I was 21 I wrote a silly little poem as a Mother's Day gift.
I don't remember the name of it, or if it even had a title other than "To Mom" or "For Mom," but I recall the text very well as, even years later, I continue to be astonished at how much moms put up with.
So, with love and admiration for my my wonderful Mom, and for moms everywhere:
FOR MOM
Labor pains
And diaper stains,
Loud, endless crying fits.
Potty training,
More complaining --
It must have been the pits!
Though years of caring
Seemed quite wearing
When I was only five
You held the chore
For sixteen more --
Ma, how did you survive!?
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!
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