Mother's Day comes once a year
It rolls around each May.
It's not a holiday to fear
No trees, no lights, its just a day.
And how come she only gets one day
When all the year a mom she'll be.
It's like getting only one day's pay
And working three hundred sixty four for free!
Perhaps the years of work and strain
That put those lines around her eyes
Mixed joy enough in with the pain
To keep her baking apple pies.
Perhaps the job's its own reward,
And doesn't really need a Day.
Still its something to look toward
(That's what flower sellers say.)
So Mom, Have a Happy Mother's Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you....the rewards come with wonderful sons and daughters.....take a bow