Mother's Day Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here with an orchid pinned to my white blouse.
I feel the sorrow, being a Mother brings.
Gifts from my sons, touch my heart.
My oldest bought an orchid corsage for me with his own money.
He had been saving for a nintendo game for himself, but felt I was more important.
That is love, shown to a Mother, bringing tears to my eyes, for in his love happiness lies.
My youngest, made a pad in school.
He stamped each sheet of paper in it with his own hands, explaining to me that each page was a little different from the others, and he tied it with a blue and silver ribbon.
That is love, shown to a Mother, bringing tears to my eyes, for in his love happiness lies.
Sitting here with an orchid pinned to my white blouse.
I feel the sorrow, being a Mother brings.
Until my sons give to me, with joy-filled hearts, a little bit each, of themselves.
Then Mother's Day is filled with the joy of their births.