A Mother's Day Poem

Moms are such delicate people Our strength and our weakness It's because there our cause And many don't think it But this person does just because I see it all day just walking A child falls guess who is there? When a child crying who glares? Mothers are the heart of things Creates the means of love When there are despairs Who rises to clean up wounds Even if it makes them turn blue Mothers are silly to a truth Knowing one or two is cool I have all them to thank Because without them were poo Not to use a dirty word but true They give and share They tend and care We are so blessed to have them Our wings our guardian In so, so many ways God meant them to be Our Guardian Angels to share