Treasure Your Mother

 This poem was made possible because a daughter became a mother,

and now I see not only through daughter's forgetful, well-intentioned embrace

  but also through a mother's devoted and forgiving grace

  My mother and her daughters on my mom's most recent birthday

(Mom on far right then us girls standing in order from oldest to youngest)

Treasure your mother

And while you still have her

Tell her you love her

Again and again

Who knows which morrow

May turn into sorrow

When oft you will hunger

To tell her, in vain

Talk to your mother

Dear son and dear daughter

She fed, clothed, held you

And tucked you to rest

So while you still have her

Be kind; don’t forget her

For she like no other

Desires your best

Cherish your mother

Her life’s love and labor

Deserves highest honor

Where memory imparts

The echoes that weather

What none can untether

For she lives forever

In her children’s hearts

© Janet Martin

I have many friends who’ve bid their dear mothers

Their final earthly farewell

Forbid we leave our thank-yous unuttered

And mourn, too late the words we did not tell

Another Mother's Day poem here, by Ann Taylor

 Happy Mother's Day