M-O-T-H-E-R
“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.

God could not be in every place
With loving hands to help erase
The teardrops from each baby’s face,
And so He thought of mother.

He could not send us here alone
And leave us to a fate unknown;
Without providing for His own,
The outstretched arms of mother.

God could not watch us night and day
And kneel beside our crib to pray,
Or kiss our little aches away;
And so He sent us mother.

And when our childhood days began,
He simply could not take command.
That’s why He placed our tiny hand
Securely into mother’s.

The days of youth slipped quickly by,
Life’s sun rose higher in the sky.
Full grown were we, yet ever nigh
To love us still, was mother.

And when life’s span of years shall end,
I know that God will gladly send,
To welcome home her child again,
That ever-faithful mother.

–George W. Wiseman

WE REMEMBER OUR MOTHERS THIS MOTHER’S DAY WHO ARE WITH US NOW AND THOSE WHO HAVE PASSED ON.  WE THANK THEM FOR THE LOVE AND THE CARE THEY HAVE GIVEN US; FOR THEIR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE WHICH CAN NEVER BE REPLACED.  THANK GOD FOR MOTHERS!

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Respectfully Submitted by Mary Herbert of the Philadelphia Chapter of the Wilson, Lake & Herbert Family Circle.

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