By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 12, 2015 Memories on Mother’s Day By L. Lula Greene Richards I am glad ’tis Mother’s Day —Sunday in the month of May,When the winds but softly blow,And we do not look for snow;When the mud is drying up,And the welcome buttercupPokes its sunny golden faceThrough the grasses’ veil of lace,And the daisies’ smiling eyesGreet us with a glad surprise. Sabbath days are always blest —Mother’s Day one o...
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