Mother’s Day is once a year;
I wish that it were more.
Nothing is too much
For the “one” who is adored.
She often gives her all,
And she does it in kind—
And never half-heartedly,
With a disgruntled mind.
Mother is a blessing
To me and to you.
And truly she deserves
All the honor that is due.
Now it’s perfectly befitting
Each year during May—
That we show our “gratitude.“
So Mom, enjoy your day.
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