Mother dear <br />With you around we had nothing to fear <br />You could easily dry every tear <br />With just an encouraging word, and a little fuss, <br />We still wonder how you managed all of us <br /> Six noisy, hungry, thirsty children <br />Vying unendingly for your attention <br />Of course it was not always hunky dory <br />The solution for you was a simple story <br />We listened to parables, fables and other tales <br />That were meant to teach us to smoothly sail <br />Through life’s trying situations <br />The old adage -Spare the rod and spoil the child <br />Was impossible to follow for someone so mild <br />We were merely told a story & admonished to be good <br />If not, we risked missing your charming smile and good mood <br />We lack your simple wisdom <br />When dealing with our own children <br />Without your unending repertoire of stories <br />That told of great persons and their past glories <br />We cannot discipline them with your degree of finesse <br />It is something about which we can only reminisce.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-105/
