I long for the faces of those that I love the laughter the hugs of beautiful kids Victorian teacups, & lacey white gloves an epicure diner, beneath bubbling lids
I hope for a feast with a good ending year less tears more smiles, in all that I hold dear May the good Lord fasten and note my request then offer up blessings to Mothers of best
On this special day may all Mothers be told love is a flower that blooms with May showers Mothers are worth more then silver and gold when it comes to love they hold all the power