To All The Moms Poem by Jacques H. Guiteau

Mom, you nurtured me for nine months
Mom, you suffered a lot for me.

Mom, you are always there to advise me
On my daily problems.

Mom, you are the first word I spoke
Mom, because that word means love.

Mom, from far away and from up close
You deserve to be praised.

Mom, each day should be your celebration
Since you play a major role in our creation.

Mom, nothing can replace you
Mom, how can I ever thank you
For all that you have given me.

Mom, it is an eternal debt
That I will carry into heaven.

Mom, on this day that is yours
I can only bow my head
Humbly, piously in order to say