God took the strength of a mountain,
           The majesty of a tree,
           The warmth of a summer sun,
           The calm of a quiet sea,
           The generous soul of nature,
           The comforting arm of night,
           The wisdom of the ages,
           The power of the eagle's flight,
           The joy of a morning in spring,
           The faith of a mustard seed,
           The patience of eternity,
           The depth of a family need,
           Then God combined these qualities,
           When there was nothing more to add,
           He knew His masterpiece was complete,
           And so, He called it ... Dad


           Author Unknown

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY


Mother's Hands

Dear gentle hands have stroked my hair
and cooled my brow,
soft hands that pressed me close
And seemed to know somehow
Those fleeting moods and erring thoughts
That cloud my day,
Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage
And pass away.

No other balm for earthly pain
Is half so sure,
No sweet caress as filled with love
Nor half so pure,
No other soul so close akin that understands,
No touch that brings such perfect peace as Mother's hands.

                                                                                    --W. Dayton Wedgefarth--
                                                                                    Reprinted with permission  from Foodsource News,                                                                                       Volume 5, Issue 3
                                                                                    April 1999

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