It is Motherís Day morning
And a time to celebrate!
My family is all around me ~
And those who are sometimes late.

Breakfast is prepared and ready
A table fully spread.
And I am thankful indeed
For those whose steps Iíve led.

I am little restless and wistful
And a tear is in my eye.
For when I think of my own Mother
I fear that I shall cry.

I have looked at cards and gifts
And no shopping I have done,
You cannot buy a gift
For one whose battle is done.

Yes, I miss my Mother every day
And wish that she were near,
But oh how much I miss her
On this special day of the year.

ģ Linda J. Vaughan

May 12th. 2002

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