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Mama can you fix my hair for the dance?
Mama can you hem my dress if you get a chance?
Mama do you think I'm pretty or nice?
Mama do you think a boy will look at me twice?
Mama could I wear makeup for my date?
Mama getting home could I be a little bit late?
Mama are you glad I'm your daughter?
And to every question she said yes,
She's the best Mama in the world I guess!

Mom could you help fix the brakes on my bike?
Mom would you mind if I play a new record I like?
Mom could I have a third helping of dessert?
Mom could you put a button on my blue shirt?
Mom can you get grass stains off my new jeans?
Mom do you think I'll find the girl of my dreams?
Mom are you glad I'm your son?
And to every question she said yes,
She's the best Mom in the world I guess!

Mommy I'm tired can I sit on your lap?
Mommy if I'm good could I skip my nap?
Mommy could you stop and play with me?
Mommy can you count to a zillion and three?
Mommy can you get ink stains out of the rug?
Mommy could you smile and give me a hug?
Mommy are you glad that I'm your child?
And to every question she said yes,
She's the best Mommy in the world I guess!

Mother were we like that when we were kids?
Mother can you get grape stains out of bibs?
Mother do you have time to perm my hair?
Mother could you help me upholster a chair?
Mother can you baby sit Wednesday night?
Mother do you think this dress looks all right?
Mother are you glad I live close by?
And to every question she said yes,
She's the best Mother in the world I guess!

There are famous Mothers in history,
And famous Mothers of mystery.
Mothers who have birthed a Nation,
A special Mother bore a son for our salvation.
Mothers who have given their all.
Mothers who are great and small.
Mothers of many and Mothers of few.
But of all the precious Mothers most blest.
Your the best Mother in the world I guess!
Sandra LampeMartin

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I'll Be Home, Mother

“Mother, mother,
Mother”, I cried
There was no answer
My mother had died

Then “Father, father,
where are you? ”
Again no answer,
For he died too,

Great Reaper, Great Reaper,
When will you come?
There is no answer.
When there is
I’ll be home
Fred Babbin

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8 lies of a mother


This story begins when I was a child: I was born
poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever
we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her
rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice,
son! I’m not hungry.”

This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish
in a river near our house; she hoped that from
the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit
more nutritious food for my growth. Once she
had caught just two fish, she would make fish
soup. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat what was still left
on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart
was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the
other fish to her on my chopstick but she
immediately refused it and said, “Eat this fish,
son! I don’t really like fish.”

This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother
went to a Match Factory to bring home some
used match boxes which she filled with fresh
match sticks.. This helped her get some money
to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke t¯ find Mother filling the match boxes by
candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go t¯sleep; it’s
late: you can continue working tomorrow
morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep,
son! I’m not tired.”

This was Mother’s Third Lie

When I had to sit my Final Examination,
Mother accompanied me.. After dawn, Mother
waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun.
When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother
embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that
she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not
as strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother
covered with perspiration; I at once gave her
my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother
said “Drink, son! I’m not thirsty! ”.

This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the
role of a single parent. She held on to her
former job; she had to fund our needs alone.
Our family’s life was more complicated. We
suffered from starvation. Seeing our family’s
condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived
near my house never came to help us solve our
problems big or small.
Our other neighbours saw that we were
poverty stricken so they often advised my
mother to marry again. But Mother refused t¯ remarry saying “I don’t need love.”

This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job,
it was time for my old Mother to retire but she
carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her
money but she was steadfast and even sent the
money back to me. She said, “I have enough

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my
Master’s Degree. Funded by the American
Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in
my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn’t want to bother her
son; she said to me “I’m not used to high

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer
and had to be hospitalized. Now living far
across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother
who was bedridden after an operation. Mother
tried to smile but I was heartbroken because
she was so thin and feeble but Mother said,
“Don’t cry, son! I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.


M – O – T – H – E – R
“M” is for the Million things she gave me,
“O” means Only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the Tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her Heart of gold,
“E” is for her Eyes with love-light shining in
“R” means Right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER”
a word that means the world to me.
For those of us who are so fortunate to be
blessed with our Mom’s presence,
this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.
kate innocent

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The Shadow-Child

Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.

Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.

Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.

Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.

And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.

And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
Harriet Monroe

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