Almost there. This is catch up for day 13 of May Photo a day challenge. And the word is Mum or Mom. No matter how you say it mommy, mum, ma, mama, mom, mummy, iya, mother, mamá , ma mere, madre, mamma, mummie, mami. It is mum.
As a child, I knew this poem by heart:
A poem titled My Mother by Ann Taylor
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
And what else did I learn, there is a flower called mum… who knew, I didn’t.
An Orange mum
And a Purple one
Chrysanthemum but called mum for short. How appropriate, very beautiful flower, just like many mothers out there
Final word: Mum’s the word 🙂 😉 🙂