Mothers'

I love the way a rose grows
It's the only way lovely knows
Mothers come from God's own hand
To help all men through life's demand

I love the way of comfort
The only way to ease 'confronts'
Mothers make greater blessings
Helping fathers through all testings

I love the way of treasures
Life's golden rainbow over pleasures
Mothers make sense, days of rain
Helping their children through all their pain

I love the way of laughter
The only way ever after
Mothers come from far away
When missing it's the saddest day

I love the way of longing
The only way to belonging
Mothers come with long warm arms
To help brace from all that can harm

I love ways, remembering
Their guard against all stumbling
Mothers make a house a home
They like crumbs guide every roam

I love the way of thank you
Tis the way of but very few
Like mornings you are the dew 
Mothers!!!...we dare not forget you