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Mother's Day

Discussion in 'Holidays Year Round' started by Tom Zart, Nov 13, 2007.



  1. Tom Zart

    Tom Zart Mistletoe Hanger Merry Forums Member

    MOTHERS


    There’s no greater power on earth
    Than the love we get from our mothers.
    They feel our fears within themselves
    Far more than sisters or brothers.

    As seasons pass; in time we learn
    We can’t always rely on others.
    No mater what our mistakes may be
    We know we can run to our mothers.

    Mothers have great big aprons
    To hide from the world our flaws.
    They kiss and scold when we do wrong
    Teaching compliance of laws.

    From birth to death mothers lead
    Our angels of kindness from above.
    They give us more than anyone else

    Preaching the importance of love.
    Moms are certainly God’s gift to earth
    So if you still have one, let it be known.
    You can’t imagine your life without her

    While the seed of your future is sown.


    MOMMA



    Oh, I love my momma,
    She’s the reason I’m alive.
    Her total love for me
    Has made her struggle and strive.

    Jesus had a momma
    Who bore him in a cave.
    She couldn’t help but love him
    From his birth to the grave.

    Should I hang on the highest hill,
    My momma would be there.
    I know her love would follow me,
    My Angel of despair.

    Her hair is now all silver,
    As I hold her fingers, worn.
    Oh, God, bless this wrinkled brow,
    From whose body I was born.



    By Tom Zart
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  2. mammaduke

    mammaduke Guest

    This is a great to put into a homemade card for mom on mothers Day.I know it's early just something to think about & create for your mom or MIL.
     
  3. pbrbullrider

    pbrbullrider Guest

    wow nice i think that sould be in a card

    Jeff G. "bullrider"
     
  4. auntieclaus

    auntieclaus MMC Emeritus Member MMC Emeritus Member

    Absolutely beautiful. I love all of your poems.
     
  5. mammaduke

    mammaduke Guest

    He wrote different poems for all holidays, so if you look in Holidays Year Round you will find more that he wrote for us here.
     
  6. sugarplum fairy

    sugarplum fairy MMC Emeritus Member MMC Emeritus Member

    Beutiful poem!

    Happy Mother's Day
     
  7. AuntieMistletoeDear

    AuntieMistletoeDear MMC Hostess of Christmas Online MMC Lifer Christmas.com Alum Christmas Crew Christmas Talk Alum

    I agree, both are lovely poems.

    Just curious if anyone remembers how Mother's Day started?

    It was actually a Mother's March back during the war (Second World War, I think) when a group of Mother's marched to plead that their sons not be sent away to war to kill other mother's sons.

    It was sometime later that it became an opportunity to honour our mothers.

    [​IMG] Sorry for the mess in the kitchen after we prepared breakfast in bed for you.
    We always started Mother's Day off right by surprising her with breakfast or brunch. I recall those younger years, when my brothers and I sometimes with the help of our dad, sometimes on our own would prepared breakfast for our mom and served it to her in bed. She told me later on that she could hear us fussing in the kitchen and would pretend to be surprised. The first time we did it, all she got was burned toast with jam and a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. We figured we improved as time went on and we tackled pancakes, but who knows. We never stayed around to watch her eat it, she could have fed it to the dog.


    [​IMG]

    The First Mother’s Day . . .
    The first Mother's Day observance was a church service honoring Mrs. Anna Reese Jarvis, held at Anna Jarvis's request in Grafton, West Virginia, and in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on May 10, 1908.

    Carnations, her mother's favorite flowers, were supplied at that first service by Miss Jarvis. White carnations were chosen because they represented the sweetness, purity and endurance of mother love. Red carnations, in time, became the symbol of a living mother. White ones now signify that one's mother has died.

    My mother preferred a wildflower bouquet. Note to self: that doesn't mean yank the neighbours flowers roots and all from the garden shake the soil off and stick them in a vase.
     
  8. Tom Zart

    Tom Zart Mistletoe Hanger Merry Forums Member

    SNOWBOUND BIRTH


    I once knew a lad named Clayton
    Who was born on the seat of a car
    Which is hard to believe or conceive
    But sometimes that's the way things are.

    His mother herself was a child
    Who had not yet turned fifteen.
    All she had was a drunken dad
    Not one on whom she could lean.

    All at once she felt sharp pains
    So strong they made her cry out.
    For he who was inside of her
    Was eager to be born and shout.

    She put on her coat and went out
    To search for a nearby phone
    On the streets of downtown St. Paul
    She walked in the cold alone.

    The winds of winter bit her flesh
    As the snow kept tumbling down.
    With all its windows rolled up tight
    An old unlocked car she found.

    She got inside and just in time
    For her child to be born on the seat.
    Then came the pain of a mother's reign
    As her baby kicked free with his feet.

    She bundled him up in her coat
    To keep winter's chill away
    Then, fell back to rest awhile
    And saw the lights of a cafe.

    She knew it was Christmas night,
    Not likely would someone walk by
    So, back she went into the snow
    Only caring her child not die.

    She made her way to the diner
    Half naked in the ice and snow.
    How she felt inside
    Only other mothers would know.

    Her bone cold hands pushed the door.
    As her half frozen body fell in
    Seven patrons jumped up asking
    What happened, where and when?

    She told them of her child's birth
    And the place where he could be found.
    Then out the door they all ran
    Following her trail on the ground

    Now that baby is thirty-five
    And stands at the spot he was born.
    My mother died so I would survive
    Her loss I will forever mourn.



    By Tom Zart
     
  9. Petronius

    Petronius Ornament Craftsman Merry Forums Member

    Faith of Our Mothers was sung at church on Mother's Day.

     
  10. Petronius

    Petronius Ornament Craftsman Merry Forums Member

    I met a young lady whose first name is Kelly. She said that she wishes her mother a Happy Mother's Day each day of the week. She calls her mother every day.
     
  11. Petronius

    Petronius Ornament Craftsman Merry Forums Member

    That Wonderful Mother of Mine
     
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