For all the scraped knees and runny noses.
For all the late nights working on the school project that is due tomorrow.
For all the weekend mornings a big breakfast was on the table.
For every prayer said over one of us.
Through every tear - joyous or sorrowful.
For being there especially when no one else was.
For all y’all have done, both seen and unseen.
A happiest of Mother’s Days from ABG.
Historian, self-proclaimed gentleman, agrarian-at-heart, & curator extraordinaire