This Sunday is Mother’s Day. We can hardly think of a person whose job — a labor of love — has more importance to a child, a family, a household, a neighborhood, a society. Mother is the rock, a foundation of a Home. Mother is the first and most important teacher, and as such every child is their Mother’s garden. Every garden requires lots of work, care, patience, and love. We take our Mother’s work, care, patience, and love without often thinking twice of the sacrifice she makes for us. Yet, her love and care keeps on coming. Her love never dries up. 

This Mother’s Day, forget the chocolates, jewelry, and perfumes. Offer your Mom the greatest gifts of them all — your company, your words of appreciation, your love and care.

If you agree that you are your Mother’s garden, share with her this simple poem that trembled our voices as we read it and brought sweet tears of love into our eyes:

My Mother

by Staci Warren

My Mother kept a garden,

A garden of the heart,

She planted all the good things

That gave my life its start.

She turned me to the sunshine

And encouraged me to dream,

Fostering and nurturing

The seeds of self-self-esteem.

And when the wind and rain came,

She protected me enough —

But not too much because she knew

I’d need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example

Always taught me right from wrong —

Markers for my pathway

That will last a lifetime long.

I am my Mother’s garden.

I am her legacy,

And I hope today she feels the love 

Reflected back from me!

Happy Mother’s Day and thank you for your love and care.

With love for the Elderly…

 

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I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate the efforts of one of your aides, Kim. She regularly goes above and beyond the “call of duty”. She is patient and knowledgeable (…). It would be nice to give her an award if there was one to be given. 

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