mothers

Elizabeth's dolly's dress was tattered,
Poor little Jadey doll!
Ever since that Christmas Morning
She'd loved Jadey best of all.

With chubby arms she held her
As she wiped away a tear:
"I'LL tell mother all about it,
And she'll help us, Jadey dear."

When Mother heard the sad story
She opened up a box
That was filled with cast-off shirts, sweaters and some babies tiny socks.

Mother pulled out of that box a small dress.
"You wore this dress when you were three, but now its much to small,
So we'll make a new dress for Jadey,
Then she"ll be pretty again.

When bed time came that evening,
Elizabeth knelt to say her prayers,
"Thank You God for Jadey and
Making such a lovely day.

Let her always be a princess
Just like she looks tonight.
And Thank You God for Mothers
" Cos they always make things right"