Dirty faces and sticky hands!
Loads of laundry… many demands!
Work, work, work, and more to do still!
Obediently listening to God’s will.
Graciously Mom maintained her poise,
In spite of the mess and the noise.
Mom overlooked the frequent spills.
She looked beyond the task of meals.
She lovingly forgave my numerous faults,
And managed to think on happy thoughts.
Now I’m grown and see the price Mom paid,
For all the memories of love she made.
How I long to model her smile,
To always go the second mile!
She surely was fit to be a Queen,
But chose instead to serve unseen..
By Kelly Bates
Thank you Michaela for this wonderful poem. So sorry, I didn't see it until now. I REALLY wish I could have posted it for Mother's Day.
