Poem from My Husband

I received this poem this morning from my husband via email.  I really needed it.  I think all mothers would appreciate a poem like this...

By Byron McCoy

To A Mother

She holds the toughest job

That the world has ever known:

To raise and love two little ones

Until they're fully grown.

To everyone holding witness,

They swear that she is blessed,

But with anointed saintliness

There comes no day of rest.

Then come the day, alas,

When they are wholly grown

She'll stare with joy and broken-heart

As they go out on their own.

Still, she'll love them every day

In her unique and special way,

A love unbound and like no other:

That for a child by their mother.

Here's to all the times

When I neglect to pay my dues

To all the miracles at home,

You daily, always, do.

I know they're only words

Written to a page, but

"Thank you" and "I love you"

Are what I wish to say.