Mother’s Day holds a special place in our hearts that grows each and every year. This Mother’s Day I ventured down Memory Lane reading sentiments shared through the generations and, again, realized the love we hold for Mother’s is so very dear. How I miss my Mother and wish I could hug her and talk with her one more time.
My Mother often expressed her feelings in poetry and I found a poem she wrote in 1956 about her sweet Mother, Susie:
HOW WELL I DO REMEMBER
By Betty Gaunt Smaha
How well I do remember
My Mother sweet and fair,
Who was the first to hold me
And utter a thanks in prayer.
She taught me first to sit up straight
Then baby words to talk,
She gently led me around the room
Until I learned to walk.
She sat me down upon her knee
And taught me how to say,
‘Now I lay me down to sleep’
So I’d know how to pray.
She also taught me how to love
My sisters and my brothers,
To share my toys and not complain
Twas a trying time for Mother.
She proudly sent me off to school
With a smile upon her face,
And assured us all twas well
As off to school we’d race.
She could look at me and always smile
With a twinkle in her eyes,
She loved me in a clean starched dress
Or knee deep in mud pies.
As years passed by and I left home
Mother silently shed some tears,
For she wanted just my happiness
For the many coming years.
But now I am a Mother
With children of my own,
But ‘Mother’s Day’ is special
For that dear sweet Mom back home.
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Most of my childhood drawings and cards are long gone, but one card survived. I only wish I had inherited my Mother’s poetry gene.
Mother’s Day card to my Mother about 1958 (age 5)
There is nothing more precious that the hand-made cards from the girls through the years. I’ve saved many of their cards and drawings and want to share two of my favorites.
Mother’s Day card from my daughter, Sarah
Mother’s Day Poem from Daughter, Megan
To Mother’s everywhere, have a wonderful Mother’s Day this weekend!
Fork Lore 