Today is another day and another edition of worlds edition of mother's day
Mothers are the best gift life ever gave us, they suffered the most in rearing us that's why they can't be forgotten and that's why they will be celebrated every month
Here today on hive, I'll be celebrating my mum with Taylor Ann's poem
My mother's
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
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 dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Mothers are the best in the world
How did you celebrate your mum today dear friends on hive