When they're young and when they're old.
From the time that they are born,
Until they're too big to hold.
Even when they seem mean,
And tell you to do as you are told,
You can tell their love is warm,
And will never become cold.
You can yell, you can argue,
But you must know when to fold.
When the children leave the house,
The mothers must be bold.
The mothers who love their children,
Cherish the memories like gold.
This was a poem I wrote for an assignment in my Marriage class. The topic was mothers, obviously. I'm not too happy with. I'm not very happy with any of the ones I wrote for an assignment for a class.