Our Mother
You are the Mother I received
the day I wed your son.
And I just want to thank you, Mom
for all the things you've done. 

You have given me a gracious man
with whom I share my life.
You are his lovely mother and
I, his lucky wife.

You used to pat his little head
and now I hold his hand.
You raised in love a little boy
and gave to me a man

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You are the mother I received
the day I wed my wife,
And I just want to thank you, mom
for bringing her to life. 

You raised and loved your little one
with guiding hands and praise.
She's now the joy of my life
in many cherished ways. 

You have given me a special friend
with whom I share my life.
I know you were as proud as I
the day she became my wife. 

To His Mother
"Mother-in-law" they say, and yet,
Somehow I simply can't forget
'Twas you who watched his baby ways,
Who taught him his first hymn of praise,
Who smiled on him with loving pride,
When he first toddled by your side. 
"Mother-in-law" but oh, 'twas you
Who taught him to be kind and true; 
When he was tired, almost asleep,
'Twas to your arms he used to creep. 
And when he bruised his tiny knee, 
'Twas you who kissed it tenderly. 
"Mother-in-law" they say,and yet,
Somehow I never shall forget
How much I owe
To you, who taught him how to grow.
You trained your son to look above;
You made of him the man I love. 
And so I think of that today
When with thankful heart I'll say,
"Our Mother." 

To A New Daughter-in-law
removed

In Praise of Sons-in-Law 
by Helene Lewis Coffer 

We love it when the kids arrive 
And bring our quiet house alive.
It has a special ambiance
With sons-in-law in residence.

They're tall and husky,
Quite good-looking,
And, bless their hearts!
They like my cooking.

I cannot lift 
A grocery sack;
They fear that this
Might strain my back.

They look for chores,
They're strong and able,
They bow their heads
For grace at table;

Inspect the fruit trees
(Apple, peach)
And trim the boughs
I couldn't reach.

They seek out Dad
For manly talk
And join us in
Our morning walk.

We had no son 
But we can praise
The sons we didn't 
Get to raise.

The folks who did,
With love and caring-
And daughters, for
Finding them, and sharing. 



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