My tribute to mothers;

When I was but a baby,
long before I learned to walk,
While lying in my cradle,
I would try my best to talk;

It wasn't long before I spoke
and all the neighbors heard,
My folks were very proud of me
for "Mother" was the word.

Although I'll never lay
a claim to fame,
I'm satisfied that I
can spell the name:

I've been around the world,
you bet,
but never went to school
Hard knocks are all I seem to get,
perhaps I've been a fool;

But still, some educated folks,
supposed to be so swell,
Would fail if they were called upon
a simple word to spell.

Now if you'd like to
put me to the test,
There's one dear name that
I can spell the best!

"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 purest gold
"E" is for her eyes
with love-light shining
"R" means right and
right she'll always be

Put them all together
they spell MOTHER,
a word that means
the world to me.