What I think about My Mother
Mothers come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, colors and age. But they all have one thing in common. They teach us, they nurse us, and they love us unconditionally. This page is dedicated to all mothers especially my MAMA, Che Kaseh Jaafar
"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) Once each year on Sunday There comes such a special day, A day to honor mothers In a somewhat special way. We send them gifts and flowers, And a card that tries to say How we appreciate our mothers More than just in May. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for giving my life to me. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for mending my torn up knee. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for teaching me how to pray. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for helping me on my way. But after Mother's Day is gone, We seldome find the time To think about our mothers, Or to call them for a dime. We act as though to show them love Would constitute a crime Oh how selfish it appears When deeds and words don't rhyme. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for giving my life to me. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for mending my torn up knee. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for teaching me how to pray. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for helping me on my way. We've gathered here to honor Mothers everywhere today. The ones who gave us everything By knowing how to pray. And, in this hour once a year, We're hoping we can say The thanks we seldom say to her, Going on our way. Let's thank our mothers. Thank them on every day of the week. Let's thank our mothers. Thank them in deed, not in words that we speak. Please thank your mother, Turn to her now and smile and say, "Oh thank you, mother, Thank you for helping me on my way!" "We love you and that's all we'd like to say!" by Shamblin Stone, 1977 -NEXT-
"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)
Once each year on Sunday There comes such a special day, A day to honor mothers In a somewhat special way. We send them gifts and flowers, And a card that tries to say How we appreciate our mothers More than just in May.
Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for giving my life to me. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for mending my torn up knee. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for teaching me how to pray. Oh mother, thank you! Thank you for helping me on my way.
But after Mother's Day is gone, We seldome find the time To think about our mothers, Or to call them for a dime. We act as though to show them love Would constitute a crime Oh how selfish it appears When deeds and words don't rhyme.
We've gathered here to honor Mothers everywhere today. The ones who gave us everything By knowing how to pray. And, in this hour once a year, We're hoping we can say The thanks we seldom say to her, Going on our way.
Let's thank our mothers. Thank them on every day of the week. Let's thank our mothers. Thank them in deed, not in words that we speak. Please thank your mother, Turn to her now and smile and say, "Oh thank you, mother, Thank you for helping me on my way!" "We love you and that's all we'd like to say!"
by Shamblin Stone, 1977
