"Mother"

It is a wonderful thing

a mother; other folks

can love you, but only

your mother understands.

She

works for you,looks after

you,loves you,forgives

you and anything you may

do, understands you, and

then the only thing sad

she ever does to you is

to die and leave you.

This is a very old poem that I found when my grandmother died in the early 70's. I put it into a frame and hung it on the wall. Whenever my children read it they told me it made them very sad. It has initials on the bottom but they are very hard to make out. I think they are S.H. but I am not sure. Please enjoy!