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I Don't Know Much of Mothering
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By Gary James Smith
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I don't know much of mothering
But I've seen a mother's love
I've watched when they're in action
Their gifting from above

When that baby's crying
Mother's ear is set
She hurries to discover
What's the sum of it

If dad's not feeling well
Mother's in there too
How are you feeling honey
Anything I can do

She has her little family
To nurture and to love
I know my wife's mothering skills
And thank my God above

Who giveth cradling arms
To comfort and caress
Dad's are witnesses to the fact
That mother's do it best!

So moms this is your day
A once a year deserving
For your selfless devoted love
And humble task in serving

May your day be blest
With love and pure attention
By us men who honor you
With "mother's day" retention

So here we are again today
We honor you with praise
Thankful for your "mother's" love
Now and for always

Copyright May 8th 2016 1:31AM


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Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, May 8, 2016

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca

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