| Mothers Day ? BAH! |
| You don't feel like honoring me yearly? Just remember, you are clearly Teaching your own children how To treat you when you're old and bowed. Trapped in yesterday's weary woes All you can see are the ends of your toes, 'Cause you're bent in pain and sorrow sad Thinking of all you wish you'd had. Letting memories make waste of today-- What a choice! Now let me say Look to tomorrow! Freely forgive! This is how you're intended to live. And no matter if you think you hate, I love you still, and it's not too late. |
| © 2001 Marge Mulder |
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