Today is Mother’s Day and I am glad to say
Mom—I love you! Today is your day!
Thanks is not enough for all that you do.
You deserve everything you want times three hundred and twenty two.
You’ll surely get lots of gifts on this Mother’s Day
But here are some words to succinctly say
I wouldn’t be who I am if it weren’t for you
You mean the world to me, I mean it—you do!
I was born last—the final of four.
And yet I never felt you were tired or bored
With mothering yet another crazy girl
Who would make the next 18 years plus a bit of a whirl.
I remember lots of simple but special daily interactions that are distinctly you
Here are a few—most of which still ring true!
In the mornings, there was Alice and Mindy and a Mork in there too,
When mom did our hair, she would name each up-do.
Then there was St. Patty’s when she made that special cabbage and corned beef
And the many skinned knees and mosquito bites for which she’d provide Solarcane relief.
As a wee one I often remember my mom going off to work or school
And tears would drip down my cheek as I sat alone on my kitchen stool
Wishing she would be my room mother or one of the ladies who dropped us at school.
But now that I’m old and work myself, I look back on her impressive career and think “how cool!”
What other kid got to play in her mom’s classroom and pretend to teach the class
And brag that their mom was teacher of the year—one of the many accolades she would amass.
Even while working, mom was sure to take days off to join us on our field trips to the park or zoo
Where I recall a certain little pig that she held in her arms did a little doo-doo.
She would come home on her short lunch break to check on us when home sick from school
And always made Christmas a much anticipated Yule.
The gifts would be stacked in piles marked for each tyke
And the favorite coffee cake would fill us with delight!
In the exciting days leading up to Santa’s big day
She would read us Richard Scarry’s Christmas tales to keep us at bay.
That Terrible Teddy and bare skinned bear
Would have us all enthralled and at the pages we’d stare!
She didn’t like to cook but did it quite often anyway
Baking oatmeal crispies, white velvets and banana bread to our shouts of Hooray.
When we turned thirteen she gave us each a ring of pearl
And on many an Easter holiday she prepped our hair with tight curls.
Our birthdays she always made special with our favorite tasty fare
Working as we ate rarely taking to her own chair.
Many a sleepover she allowed for us to host
And in the kitchen with a book and flashlight she would supervise at her post.
How special in this day and age to remember the beautiful dresses that she handmade
And night after night she sat with us with hands folded as we prayed.
“Now I lay me down to sleep” were the words she taught us to say
Each night before we got into bed and drifted away.
The Bunny cake, aspirin gum, raspberry turnovers and Sanders hot fudge
Are all memories of mom that will from my mind never budge.
Her beautiful scrapbooks have a way capturing moments in time
And freezing them forever in a cute verse or rhyme.
She pays close attention when you mention aloud an item you desire
And goes back later to buy it for you as a special gift to admire.
And even today with her four girls grown tall
She is still giving us her 100% all.
To us and ours and of course our father too
And says when questioned, “it’s just what I do!”
Thought springs from her heart and patience is her virtue
Heck nary one of us regularly made it home before curfew
And never a loud word would she to us say
She just wanted to know we were home and out of harm’s way.
That is, was and always has been her M.O.
After all she is the daughter of Marian Roe!
Two kinder souls I’d be hard pressed to name.
Their kindness puts most others to shame.
Happy Mother’s Day and thanks for the years of wonderful memories!
Love,
Jacquie (and Bill)!
