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To Mother
Every year on Mother's Day, my mother always tells us not to give her anything. So me and my brothers and sisters always try to do something for her. Last year my oldest brother sat down and wrote her a poem. It now is framed and is hanging on her living room wall. I thought that other people might like to read it.
To Mother
You Brought us up all our life Showing us wrong from right There was times I was upset But I know now it was good sense.
You kept us warm and kept us fed
You even checked on us when we were in bed.
I never know how much you cared
Till Randy wrecked his bike and hit his head
You came out of the house with your housecoat on
So Randy would not be alone
There are so many mothers in this world
But I have to say you are the best one
There was times you were hard on us, I was mad
But after years went by I am glad
There's times I stop and think
How wonderful it is to have a mother so great
With all you said and did
I'm glad you didn't give up on this kid
So after this I have to say
You are a special mother to this day
So sit down on this beautiful day
'Cause you earned I have to say.
Time Is Now, The
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
If you are ever going to love me Love me now while I can know The sweet and tender feelings Which from true affection flow Love me now while I am living Do not wait until I am gone And then have it chiselled in marble Sweet words on ice cold stone If you have tender thoughts of me Please tell me now If you wait until I am sleeping Never will be death between us And I won't hear you then
So if you love me, even a little bit Let me know while I am living So that I can treasure it
Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be treated. I found time for everyone and everything but I never made time for her. It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug but my friends came first. Would any of them have done for me what my mother did? I know the answer. When I called mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry. I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember too, the times I could have included her and didn't. Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies. They often turn to her for comfort and advice. She understood them.
I realize now that I was too critical, too short-tempered, too stingy with praise. Grandma gave them unconditional love. The world is filled with sons and daughters like me. I hope they see themselves in this letter and profit from it. It's too late for me and I am sick with regrets.