The day is here, when mothers dear, are honored ev'rywhere.
When mother's grand, throughout the land, are told how much we care.
On them love heap, in heart must keep, they've done so
much for you.
to them you owe, the life you know, no end to what they do.
The "soon to be's," we, too must please, for
they now feel the pain,
With nausea numb, for food but crumb, the "feeling's" back
So call her now, or think of how, nice she was once to
Do not forget, you were her pet, the nicest friend you know.
Dedicated to all mothers, grandmothers, and mothers to be.
© May 13, 2001, E. Acevedo