THE MOTHERS DAY SONG
Once each year on Sunday
There comes such a special day,
A day to honor mothers
In a somewhat special way.
We send them gifts and flowers,
And a card that tries to say
How we appreciate our mothers
More than just in May.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.
But after Mother's Day is gone,
We seldom find the time
To think about our mothers,
Or to call them for a dime.
We act as though to show them love
Would constitute a crime.
Oh how selfish it appears
When deeds and words don't rhyme.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.
We've gathered here to honor
Mothers everywhere today.
The ones who gave us everything
By knowing how to pray.
And, in this hour once a year,
We're hoping we can say
The thanks we seldom say to her,
Going on our way.
Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them on every day of the week.
Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them in deed, not in words that we speak.
Please thank your mother,
Turn to her now and smile and say,
"Oh thank you, mother,
Thank you for helping me on my way!"
"We love you and that's all we'd like to say!"
Shamblin Stone, 1977
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A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
~ Tenneva Jordan
Here are some gift ideas for your gardening mom. A new pair of durable, lightweight, cotton garden gloves, a pruning holster, wire plant supports for tall perennial flowers, or a mini-rose to plant in a container.
