Who was
there when you were born – to wrap you up and keep you warm,
To stroke
your cheek and change your nappy – to bring you home and make you happy?
Who was
there to wipe your nose – to sing you songs and tickle your toes,
To make you
polish your shoes – to wipe your tears or mend a fuse?
Who was
there to open the door to tidy your room and wash the floor?
Who was
there to comb your hair and mend your clothes and give you a chair?
Who was
there to open the door to welcome you home from school at four?
Who was
there to share your joys, who was there to mend your toys?
Who was
there to make you warm when you were caught in a terrible storm?
Who pushed
the swing – who loaned you a penny when you had none?
Who sang you
to sleep, who played hide and seek?
Who taught
you to talk and helped you to walk?
Who came to
your aid in the midst of a crises?
Who saw you
grow, offered advice or sat by the fire when you went out at night
Who saw you
get married and leave home for good – to make a new start like everyone should?
Who saw your
first-born and felt terribly happy! To know they would have the pleasure of
changing a nappy.
God gave us
a mother right down through the ages – so she deserves mention in life’s book
of pages.
(Bridget
Kerrigan; Isle of Man)
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