A Mother’s Day Poem

By Judy Smith

If mothers weren’t created, Oh my! What would we do?
For no one else could e’r withstand The things we put them through.
The late night drinks of water, The messy, muddy feet,
The chocolate handprints on the wall, And crumbs left in our seats.
Our moms are cooks and cleaners And fixer-uppers too!

I guess when you get down to it, There’s nothing they won’t do.
Some moms are also doctors, They make the hurt seem less,
And sometimes not with medicine, But just by kindnesses.
Yes, God created mothers, ‘Cause they can stand the test.
He knew what He was doing, and He did His very best.
I thank you, God, for mothers. I’m happy, for you see,