ACROSS THE MILES

MOTHERS DAY'S GONE BY.....


On this mothers day
The children are away
It is just me and "J"
I think of mothers days gone by

I reach into my special box
Inside are crumpled pieces of paper
Which say "I love you Mom" with
A smiley face or two
Colored pictures with crayons and markers
Imprints of tiny hands with clay,
Made in school and at play.
Dried flowers and petals,
Imitation pearls and stones,
Poems and songs.

Now its Hallmark cards,
Bouquet of flowers
Real diamonds and pearls
The things I treasure most are those given
By my children on Mothers Days gone by.