Happy Mothers Day Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

They do a juggling act for years, taking care of a family,
while wiping the eyes, of their children's tears.

No pay checks, for working overtime, so many days,
giving so much of their life, changing their way's.

So much patience, courage, with a fast moving mind, especially
when her children, are asking, one hundred questions, at a time.

Preparing their children, for their future ahead, while cooking,
cleaning, washing, and making all the beds.

Always thinking of someone else, with her mind, never realizing,
in the eyes of her children, she has been a hero many times.

My mom was my first friend, in my life, this time, whenever,
I had a bump, or scrape, she was the first, to say it will be fine.

I was born, in 1957, now it is 2004, happy mothers day, " mom ",
and I pray for many more.


Mom passed in 2018


Tom Maxwell copyright 05/05/2004 A.D.