Happy Mothers' Day!!!

[DoUJuana]

To all you Moms...Have a wonderful Mothers' Day!!!


And to all you guys...DON'T FORGET TO CALL YOUR MOMS!!!! ;)

[web420]

Happy Mothers Days :rose:

[nobogart]

happy mothers day but uh thats tomarrow around here.

[DoUJuana]

I know nobo...LOL just an early reminder cuz I won't be around tomorrow. ;) :thumbsup:

[herbgrower]

Happy mother's day to all the Mum's,wive's and Grand-ma's out there ! :thumbsup: :rose:

[Mermaid]

Thanks Herb and DUJ...bck atcha sis! ;)
Happy Mother's Day to all my g/frds!!! :animbong:

[Hill_billy]

For all the Mothers out there. Without which, none of us would be here..Thank you ladies wit buckets ;)
By Rose Mary Allmendinger.

MOTHERHOOD


..... is but a bucket .....



I saw pump handle rise and fall,
The bucket in the sink;
The ol' stove cranked, the embers stirred,
To heat it to the brink.

One night a week, for each of us;
One bucket cold, one hot;
She pumped that water, filled the tub;
We'd soak and scrub a lot.

An old iron bucket sat beside
The stove, was filled with wood,
So when she needed fuel to
Re-heat the flames she could.

Ol' Jersey cow would chew her cud;
Her bag refused to wilt.
Mother pulled those teats with rhythm;
Bucket filled to hilt.

The granary filled with corn and oats
Had bucket waiting there.
She'd fill it to the brim to carry
To our saddle mare.

'Twas oversized, that bucket filled,
That soapy-water tub;
The one she used to wash our clothes,
To hold the board she'd rub.

Another bucket fit the mop
That cleaned our dirty floor;
Another smaller one she held
When scrubbing was her chore.

On top of one she built a seat,
To hold slop in the night.
She placed it near our featherbeds.
An often-welcomed sight.

When nights were long, a stomach hurt,
She'd hold a head in hand,
So when we would regurgitate
In bucket it would land.

When she went out to plant a seed,
Or pull a weed, unfit,
Upside down that bucket went;
A place for her to sit.

And in the summer when that garden
Filled with all its booty,
Bucket then turned right-side-up
To do its normal duty.

Filled half-full with water it
Became a vase for blooms;
Flowers from her tended gardens
Filling all our rooms.

Every year she filled one up
With fresh paint for the wall,
Mixing in a special tint
For bedrooms and the hall.

She carried coal to make a fire
When winter winds would blow.
It seemed she had a bucket with her
Everywhere she'd go.

Whatever else the world would see
In bucket in her hand,
I know for sure what I would see
From where I used to stand.

Those buckets made of iron or wood
Or tin or woven reeds,
Were nothing more than vessels holding
Treasured, fruitful seeds.

They were the seeds of Love and Hope;
The seeds to grow a Life;
The seeds that, given tenderly,
Protected us from strife.

They soothed the pain and shined the mirror
Reflecting all her Love
She selflessly and lovingly
Dispensed from up above.

I held onto her cotton skirt
Or grabbed her hand with mine.
And when my bucket emptied out
She'd fill it up, each time.

She always had that bucket full;
'Nuff Love to go around.
The burden never got so great
She'd dump it on the ground.

Motherhood is but a bucket
God refills each day.
For those who freely choose to mother:
Love their only pay.

No matter weight within that brim;
No matter shape nor size;
The Buckets that she bore for us
Contained God's greatest Prize!

[marymaryquitecntrary]

what a lovely poem, hillbilly. thanks for remembering us moms!

happy mother's day to all the mothers out there! :D

:animbong:

[Tiberon]

Happy mothers day ladies!!!

[Nesta]

dito ^^^

[stevesarich]

Happy Mom's day. Mom always knows the way to my heart. :bongdude:

[Nesta]

Holy shit, I know your mom! :D

[stevesarich]

Sure! I think she mentioned that she dated your fraternity :bongdude:

[Big E]

No that was my fraternity :pimp:

[stevesarich]

Mom gets around for her age.