Mothers come from Heaven, my dream so vividly told.
Through clouds of puffy white, I beheld a glorious sight.
With a long stemmed rose, a beauty to behold,
A hand stretched forth, with a message so bold.

"Mother", He said, "This day is for you.
Just a little something, for seeing your job on through.
Your thoughts and deeds loving, in all that you have done.
Raising my dear children, the two of us as one.

Each pedal is a year of your dedicated life,
Each thorn is a crown, for each and every strife.
The fragrance is my breath, I give to the living,
With this rose, to you I am giving.
The stem is a way, you brought life to many,
Now I give to you, your burdens I do carry."

His hand disappeared in billowing clouds so white,
Leaving the sun, upon her face so bright.
I saw a mother honored by God above,
For she had a gift, to give of her love.

Author: Donald D. Campbell
Copyright @ 2000

I would also like to give credit to the person that made the graphic for the title, who is unknown to us at this time... It is very beautiful and was the inspiration for this poetry...