Only one Mother, a lifetime through,
Though so many other things come by two.
The rainbows, the starlight, the beautiful things,
Each new tomorrow, another one brings.
Plenty of roses and sunsets and such,
Green grass and blue skies that still mean so much.
The sunshine of summer is waiting for you,
Another bright springtime when winter is through.
But only one Mother, God meant it this way,
That she should be special and dearer each day.
He took part of all in this world bright and real
And made them a part of the Mother ideal.
Do cherish this treasure, so precious and rare,
For she has a heart and is willing to share.
God's greatest creation, more dear than all others;
All else comes in dozens, but only one Mother.
~Garnett Ann Schultz