Who says today is Mother’s Day?
It is not,every day is the day of mothers
Day of cooking,day of boiling and frying
God bless mothers
Mothers are 24/7 workers,no resumption time,no vacation,no break,no bonus,no 13th month salary,in fact no salary or wages at all,not even thank u.
365/3 cookings,24hrs service,diaper changing in a 1000 times,cloth changing in a Million times,Bum cleaning in hundreds times.God bless mothers
For all pains in pregnancy,bite in the breast by baby as he enjoys the Milk. labor room dramas,mid night wake ups,knife cutting. God bless mothers
She is wife to the father,mother to children,cook,launderer,Nurse,teacher,Doctor, Diaper Changer,you are everything including daddy’s girl. God bless mothers
Fathers impregnate in pleasure,but mothers carry the pregnancy in pains for 9 months,Breast feed for one year,Nurturing and caring for all
God Bless Mothers
If mothers are great,African mothers are out of this world.
in poverty,In want,in abandonment and abuse,in slave-like labor,they stand tall. God Bless mothers
undervalued,unrecognized,but unbroken
Let doff our caps for African Mothers.
God bless Mothers
if you’ve been making your mother sad,think of labor room,miscarriages,breast feeding,hot waters,night wake up,return to your mother,nurture and care and say God bless my mother.

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This poem will remind us why we need to value our mother more

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
By Ann Taylor