I was reading poems the other evening.  I was thinking about my friends who are or soon will be a new, first time Mother.  This up coming Mother's Day will be a new experience for them and a renewal for us "seasoned" moms.  Mons remind me of bumble bees.....always busy never done with their work.  At http://www.Northbayemporium.com there are many wonderful gifts for the special Mom in your circle of life. This little bee is only one of the many choices.   Here's to Mom.

Behold the mother with her newborn child!

An icon of a hope that never dies.

Death may label all we cherish lies,

Yet this love lies too deep to be defiled.

We clear an inner field where fate has smiled,

Letting play the pleasures of surmise,

Holding back all contrary replies,

As though our thoughts might turn the winters mild.

Despite the well-known travesties of time,

Each time a child is born we dream anew,

For only thus our losses are regained.

Though we must share the destiny of slime,

No passion in our palette is more true

Than that which cradles innocence unstained.