Moms always

Kiss your injuries

And put on those coloful bandaids.

Moms always

Kiss you before bed

And tuck you in safe and sound.

Moms always

Take your temperature

And feed you soup and crackers when you’re sick.

Moms always

Smile at your artwork

And display them proudly on the fridge.

Wihtout moms,

Injuries would continue to bleed-

You would never get tucked in-

Sickness would be miserable- and artwork would be tossed

And forgotten.

Without moms,

Life would be dark.

Rainbows wouldn’t shine brightly

And happiness would hide behind dark clouds.

Moms are sunshine,

And it’s our job to soak in that light

And shine it on others

Who are without the light.

Always-

Moms.