Remember Mother’s Day

Remember this is Mother’s Day,

Be sure she stays in bed.

Until she’s had her breakfast,

And her morning Scriptures read.

Then bring to her �?her brand-new dress,

And watch her smiling face.

As she puts on those old house shoes,

That she’ll wear around the place.

Don’t let her know you’ve noticed,

The quivering of her hand,

And hanging from a wrinkled brow,

A streak of silver strand,

Where that silver strand is hanging,

There once was a golden curl.

She was a beautiful lady back then,

And your father’s favorite girl.

These hands that now are trembling,

Have done a lot for you.

They’ve worked to make a living,

And tied your baby shoe.

Have you noticed she still loves you?

Although, now you’re grown?

And you’ll always be her baby,

Though you have children of your own.

And when she hugs your little one,

The way she loves to do.

For just a moment in her heart,

©Edward Caswell Felts 5-13-88

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