She comes in many forms…

from tall and elegant to curvy and cuddly through the spectrum of body shapes and sizes, colours, creeds and personalities.

One thing remains constant…

a Mother’s love.

God gave us our very own and special Mother to love, nurture and protect us, teach us right from wrong, guide us along Life’s path and equip us with self esteem that we may grow and sculpt as people.

God bless all Mothers on this celebratory day.

And a poem:

The Watcher

by Margaret Widdemer
She always leaned to watch for us
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.
And though we mocked her tenderly
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe,
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget,
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting ‘til we come home to her
Anxious if we are late
Watching from Heaven’s window
Leaning from Heaven’s gate.