At last it's the Sunday, the day of the year,

When the person who is due all our praise.

Can be openly thanked for the care and devotion,

Given to us all our days.

The one who waved us off on school days,

Saw that shoes shone and hair made to shine.

And welcomed us home with a smile on her face,

With a favourite tea, yours and mine.

Her pride when you tried to keep up the pace,

She knew that you gave of your best.

Her smile was the widest on any mum's face,

When you told her you had passed the test.

You would be glad she was there if you needed advice,

She would helpfully give from her store.

Gained from a lifetime of learning, so wide,

She was able to help you once more.

The best Gran, you'll find you have given your kids,

How they'll love her just as you do.

Now you are a mum, you realise all,

She in her time has gone through.

So now is the day you will give your some flowers,

And show how important she has been.

For love is the pivot on which the world turns,

And a mother is everyone's queen. Mrs Mary Heppenstall

Ainsworth Square, Bolton

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