Happy Mother's Day

Goodnight Kiss
By Kim Bolton

I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they're gone
and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
to kiss goodnight any more

It's strange how times have changed
from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly
-the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday
I helped him(her) with his(her) shirt,
or pat my baby on the back,
or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book,
wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
the way they use to do.

Once it was a bother,
just a troublesome kind of chore.
But, now I would give anything
to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee.
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me,
and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy
Daddy, hold me high.
Let's go outside for a while,
or make a kite to fly.

I count it as a privilege,
I count it as a praise
To kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they're gone
and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
to kiss goodnight anymore!


Mother's Prayer— Author Unknown —

Oh give me patience when wee hands
Tug at me with their small demands.
And give me gentle and smiling eyes.
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
And let not weariness, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys.
So when, in years to come my house is still
No bitter memories its rooms may fill.