Skies are bright silver this morning
In all my life I've not seen such a glow
The beauty of nature is calling
I receive pretty roses tied with a bow.
*Mothering Sunday* is dawning
And how calm are the breezes that blow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(A Day To Cherish by Joyce Hemsley.) **Incredible view; certainly a day to cherish.