Mothers Day has come and gone but I am still reveling in that perfect day.
I recently was given a journal that my grandmother kept many years ago. It is filled with poems, clippings and little funnies that tickled her fancy. Though I am a little late (my hard drive crashed!), I would still like to share one of the little poems she cherished in honor of Mothers day.
It reminds me very much of her and the life she led, without which I would not be here today. I hope you enjoy her ode to Mothers with a Mothers Day Poem called A Perfect Day
A Perfect Day, A Mothers Day Poem
Mother, on a winter’s day
Milked the cows and fed them hay
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule
And got the children off to school;
Did the washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some chores;
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband’s Sunday suit,
Swept the parlor and made the beds,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread;
Split some firewood and lugged it in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil
Stewed some apples she thought might spoil,
Cooked a supper that was delicious
And afterwards washed all the dishes,
Fed the cat and sprinkled clothes
Mended a basket of hose
Then opened the organ and began to play
When you get to the end of a perfect day.
This year we celebrated Mothers Day with our good friends, our children and our mothers. It was simply a perfect day! Though my grandmother isn’t here with us, her presence certainly was. Our table was adorned with her favorite Lilacs and her heirloom peonies are growing, once again, in my yard. She is never far from my thoughts but today, on Mothers Day she is quite near. The sun was shining and the flowers in bloom, and the company was wonderful. It was, truly a perfect day.