"M" is for the million things she gave me,

"O" means only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her heart of purest gold;

"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"

A word that means the world to me.

--Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

I would like to say Happy Mother's Day to

all mothers. For the mother's who are living,

gone,who have living children and one's whose has

gone. Especially to those of us who have loss a

child, we are unique in that our babies are Angels

and they are up in Heaven with our Glorious Father.

I just realized that we are still MOTHER'S and it

may be hard this year and years to come but they

are with us all the days long. I wish my mother and

grandmother a very Happy Mother's Day, they are

special to me and they would have been to David.

I dedicate this page to my grandmother, she loss

two babies years ago to stillbirth as I. Her first

was Clemintine and her second loss was George. May

they shower her with an abundance of heavenly love

around her always. My grandmother has had six other

children since her losses. George was the third

child. Since then she has lossed two other sons.

Her husband, my grandfather died in 1966 and it is

amazing that she has stayed strong all these years.

Her faith in her religion is so strong and that is

what kept her going. I love you grandma. She hasn't

had a great-grandchild in a long time and she was

very excited about David's arrival. I wanted her

here in the delivery room when he was to be born so

she could join in having to witness the birth of

her great-grandchild.

My mother I'm so proud of so very much. My mother

adopted my brother, Sean, and I when I was four and

he was three years old. She loved us as if we were

her own. It is truly amazing how much love a person

can give to children that they did not carry. I

love her for taking such good care of my brother

and I. My brother and I are natural siblings and

she and the social workers kept us together and

that was a wonderful thing they did. My mother's

family accepted us as their own. She took two

children in without a doubt with all the problems

that came along and dealt with them in a

fashionably way. She would have been a terrific

grandmother to my son as she was a mother.

I believe Mother's are like swan's, that is why I

picked this background. They are gentle, beautiful,

serene, calm, nurturing, and compassionate. They

are the one's that kiss our boo-boo's and hold us

tight when we're scared. Keep us warm when we're

sick and make sure the bed bugs don't bite at night

when we sleep. They sing to us to go to sleep, that

is what my mother did everynight when Sean and I

went to bed. She sang a particular song everynight

at bedtime, 'Where are You Going My Little One',

and that is the song I sang or hummed to David when

I was pregnant with him. Mother's, what they are so

sacred and holy.

My mother-in-law, Mary, is a woman of great strength

also who has been through her share of ups and

downs. She herself has loss a baby. She loss her

second baby boy after my husband was born. She told

me her story once as we were sitting and it started

to get dark outside and she just poured all this

feeling out of her that was locked away. It must

have been hard for her also as her son died in her

hands. She persevered through life and has

accomplished so much to get to where she is now. I

remember she told me when I was pregnant with little

David that she would take big David to Dairy Queens

when he was little in his car seat and put him on

top of the table in his seat and she would feed him

ice cream. I thought that was cute. He loves Dairy

Queen to this day because of their special place.

She also has a pet name for him, her Punkie. I

tip my hat(which I don't have on) off to all of you

great and strong women.

I would also like to say to my husband's stepmother,

Rose who loss a son to that she is a strong woman.

Her son lived for a couple of days but he is in her

heart always. She told me her story after I loss

David and it broke my heart. She has had other

children since but will never forget the son she

loss. I think Mother's Day she be everyday instead

of once a year since we are mother's everyday of

the year. We all will be reunited with the children

we loss one day and it shall be glorious.

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of that wonderful mother of mine.

The birds never sing but a message they bring

Of that wonderful mother of mine.

Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet tome,

Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.

I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,

For that wonderful mother of mine.

I ask Him to keep her as long as He can

That -- wonderful mother of mine.

There are treasures on earth, that made life seem

worthwhile, But there's none can compare to my

mother's smile.

You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.

You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,

'Till the stars no longer shine.

Your soul shall live on forever,

On through the fields of time.

For there'll never be another to me,

Like that wonderful Mother of mine.

-- Clyde Hager

"Mom Why are you crying?" "Why are you crying?" he

asked his Mom. "Because I'm a woman" she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged

him and said, "And you never will....Later the

little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem

to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason"

was all his dad could say.....The little boy grew up

and became a man, still wondering why women cry.....

he put in a call to GOD; when GOD got on the phone,

the man said, she had to be special. I made her

shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the

world;yet, gentle enough to give comfort.....I gave

her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the

rejection that many times comes from her children...

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going

when everyone else gives up and take care of her

family through sickness and fatigue without

complaining......I gave her the sensitivity to love

her children under any and all circumstances, even

when her child has hurt them very badly.. This same

sensitivity helps her to make a child's boo-boo feel

better and shares in their teenagers anxieties and

fears.......I gave her strength to carry her husband

through his faults and fashioned from his rib to

protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a

good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes

tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside

him unfalteringly. I gave her a tear to shed. It's

hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's

her only weakness......It's a tear for mankind......

Only God could be the author of such love and

devotion, unconditionally!!!

My mother recieved this poem from a woman

she knows, and gave it to me.

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