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Mothers Day By Jaye Reid. 14.05.2000 Disclaimer: Southern Star own them, I just borrow them. Authors notes: Mothers cannot be replaced or substituted. When they are gone nothing can ever be the same again. I am lucky, I still have mine, but there are others that don’t. It’s not until you are a Mother that you can smile and realise how special all these things are. I wrote this last night while wondering just how early I was going to be woken up! Dedication: To my daughter Christianna – for the beautifully made card and personally decorated jar of lollies; and for making my Mothers Day special. ~*~*~*~ No more early morning jumping on the bed, As the dawns first light touches the sky.
No more carefully wrapped packages, With cards written in the neatest handwriting.
No more cold, rock hard toast, With the faint trace of butter in the middle.
No more inch thick dob of vegemite, Or sticky peanut butter around the edges.
No more proudly made coffee, With not enough milk and way too much sugar.
These rituals will all become memories, Of a time that can never return.
All that remains are the flowers, The one thing he can still give her.
And the chrysanthemums dance in the breeze, As David whispers a lonely Happy Mothers Day.
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