POEM: Mother's love

May is the month the flowers bloom,

If they haven’t yet, they will be soon.

For all of us, one and another,

Today is the day we reflect on our mother.

Sometimes her smiles would light up the sky,

So sparkling clear, tears came to the eye.

There’s washing and cleaning, so much to do,

Her days of good rest are very few.

A mother is there, no matter the time,

Mothers are patient, truthful and kind.

She may be tired and needs a nap,

Most of the time you’re on her lap.

She cooks the meals we love the most,

Hands so speedy, a terrific host.

So let’s take our hats off for our mother here,

And bless her first, all through the year.

MARIE BARBOUR

Post Falls