In honour of the mothers who gave up their right to be a mother so that another woman could be a mother:
Mom, come meet my mother
Mom, come meet my mother: the person who allowed us — you and dad and me — to become a family.
My mother who handed me, the small bundle, to you so that you could take care of me
And yes mother, mom did take good care of me
We all thank you mother, for the wonderful life you allowed us to have and now we will take care of you
You will no longer fall asleep on a tear-drenched pillow on my birthday
You will no longer be alone on holidays
You will be part of our family
Adelheid Jost Jacob,
Squamish
