Welcome! This is a site devoted to all moms around the world. No matter who they are or where they live, they're there for their children 24/7. Thanks, Mom!

The following poem is by Ann Taylor, a poet from the 1800's. I found it the other day, and thought it summed up the meaning of this site. It is only a few verses, because the poem was very long. I guess there's a lot to be thankful for on Mother's Day!

My Mother

Who say and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasent way?
My mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was to very kind to me,
My mother?

And when I see the hand thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My mother.