A MOM Some people take, and some people give. Some just exist, while some really live. There are those we avoid and others we cling to. There's all colours, and races and creeds. Some stay like children, while most do mature. Some always joking, and others demure. Our young generation lives just as it wants to. In actions, in words and in deeds. There's still aging parents and young welcome newborn. Still some respect left, and still those who draw scorn. There still lingers good, yet evil exists too. Caused by hatred and fears and ones greeds. Life to some seems just lovely, to others depressing. Some think life's hardships are desguised blessings. All civilazation goes on as it dares to. Few think about where it leads. There's few who give thought to a public commotion. And fewer who pause for there daily devotion. Life's passing some by ' cause they haven't the time to. Look after ther spirtual needs. There are many examples of life's inperfections. Of scared found guidence, or true, sound direction And often one's lost, with no one to turn to. While life's rocky journy proceeds. Yet, in contrast to that, I would like to reflect On my childhood and memories--somwhat circumspect. For, recalling to mind the things children do Could sure credit a mom who suceeds. I remember my mother as parent and friend Judicious and loving, involved with the trend Yet guiding us on in the fashion that she knew While she warned us of life's ill intrigues. I remember so well her kind, knowing gaze And, although seldom, a clammy hand raised. And the treasures we gained from the faith that she clung to And the nights when we nelt with our beads. And as years progressed and our married life started Not for a mere secondwere family ties parted. We've treasured the years and the love we are used to From the mother who planted our seeds. Moms travelled life's path and shouldered her crosses She mothered her children, and suffered lifes losses She's given options when she's had a mind to And rarely, if ever, conceeds No, we don't claim she's faultless--no human could be that She has her shortcomings ( I'm sure you can see that). But she's mother , and wife, and always a "friend" too-- A person no ther exceeds. She's loving, commpassionate, effectionate and giving She's charming, good looking, and truly long-living She's one in a million, a spry mature age And we pray that her long life proceeds. So here and today, we find family and friend Who have found common interest, the need to extend Their greetings, there love and sincere MOTHERS Day wishes to THE DEAR AND UNIQUE OF GODS BREEDS ..... A VERY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE GREAT MOMS OUT THERE... I THINK WE ALL DESIRVE ONE DAY OF THE YEAR. LETS MAKE THE BEST OUT OF IT ... tyvm for reading my, sorry but kind of lengthy poem i hope u enjoyed reading it... dedicated to a wonderful person and mother and best friend LONEWOLF