I found several poems written by women a number of years ago. I do not remember where I found them, but I did print the out and am retyping a few here.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms out there all over the world!

When God Made MOMS

When the good Lord was creating mothers!!!

He was into his sixth day of “overtime when the angel appeared and said,

“You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And THE LORD SAID…”Have you read the specs on this order?

She has to be completely washable, but not plastic.

Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable.

Run on black coffee and leftovers.

Have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair, and six pairs of hands.”

And the angel shook her head slowly and said,  “Six pairs of hands…no way.”

“It is not the hands that are causing me problems, said the Lord,

“It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

“That’s the standard model?” asked the angel.

THE LORD NODDED…One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks

“What are you kids doing in there?” when she already knows.

Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t,

But what she has to know;    And of course the ones here in front that can look at a  child when he goofs up and say,  “I understand and I love you”,

without so much as uttering a word.”

“Lord,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “go to bed, tomorrow…”

“I can’t, said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself.

Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…

Can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger,

And can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly.

“It’s too soft, she sighed.

“But tough!” said the Lord excitedly.

You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?”

“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise”, said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

“There’s a leak”, she pronounced.

I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak”, said the Lord. “It’s a tear”.

“What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride.”

“You’re a genius” said the angel.

THE LORD LOOKED SOMBER…  “BUT I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE”.

By Erma Bombeck

WHY MOTHERS CRY…BY Erma Bombeck

Why are you crying, he asked his mom. “Because I’m a mother”, she told him. I don’t understand, he said.

His mom just hugged him and said, “You never will!”.

Later the little boy asked his dad why his mom seemed to cry for no reason. “All mothers cry for no reason, was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man and he finally called God; when God got on the phone the man said “God, why do mothers cry so easily?”.

He was told, “You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children. I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I have them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly.

This same sensitivity helps them make a child’s ‘boo boo’ feel better and helps them share a teenager’s anxiety and fears. I gave them a tear to shed. It is theirs exclusively to use when it is needed. It is their only weakness. It is a tear for mankind”.