The original lyrics were written in 1915 and the song is titled Mother:
M Is for the Many things she gave me,
O Means only that she’s growing Old.
T Is for the Tears she shed to save me,
H Is for her Heart of purest gold.
E Is for her Eyes with love light shining,
R Means Right and Right she’ll always be.
Put them all together, They spell MOTHER.
A word that means the world to me.
The picture with today’s post are some flowers for Mother. Today’s header shows Ellis Island. A place that lots of mothers and fathers passed through to make us what we are today.
Anne and I took a walk today. We walked up to downtown Clayton for Mother’s Day brunch, at the Pomme Cafe. The weather was nice enough today to eat outside. Soon after we sat down, another couple sat down next to us. Immediately after sitting down the women exclaimed, “I wish someone would call and wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.” So I wished her a Happy Mother’s Day. This seemed to please her until soon after, when one of her children sent her a text, wishing her a Happy Mother’s Day. Not knowing what to do with the text, let alone how to respond to it kind of perplexed and then eventually vexed her.
After returning home, I called my Mother to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day. I asked her how she had liked her card. At first she said that she liked it, but then she thought about it and couldn’t remember seeing it. She started to launch into a complaint that I never send my cards on time, which has been know to happen, when my Father reminder her that she had left yesterday’s mail in the car. The mail was fetched and the card was opened and suitably appreciated.
Anne and I then went to REI, where we saw lots of people we know, also shopping there. Anne got a shirt and exchanged some sandals for a better color. Kennard was working there and let us know that he plans on visiting Dave this summer in Rochester. He also plans to get an apartment.
Returning home Anne called her Mother to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day. Dan called back to set up dinner plans for Monday and to wish his Mother a Happy Mother’s Day. Dave if you read this blog …
Anne and Joanie went to Knitty Couture, for some public knitting. They were accosted there not once but three times by scavenger parties looking for people knitting in public. Mean while I attacked the lawn, successfully! Then I went for a bike ride and got fifteen miles. I’ll leave you all with this parody of the Mother song that I found on the internet:
M is for the many things she gave me
O is for the other things she gave me
T is for the things she gave me
H is for her things, which she gave me
E is for everything she gave me
R is for the rest of the things she gave me