Mothers

Mother’s
The thing that money can’t buy. 

She is their earth, 

Their food,

 Their bed 

And the extra blanket when it grows cold in the night 

She is their warmth and their shelter. 

Some are kissing mothers 

Some are scolding mothers 

Most mothers kiss and scold together 

But it is love just the same. 

Mothers can bear your pain 

Comport where it hurts 

Be there for you when needed. 

God knew what he was doing 

When he made mums for you and me 

They say that man is mighty 

He governs land and sea 

But the hand that rocks the cradle 

Will do just fine for me. 

But the hand that rocks the cradle 

Will do just fine for me.