|Field of Flowers|
Night and Morning
by Dorothy Aldis
The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;
Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.
And the evening is not night
Until she's tucked me in just right
And kissed me and turned out the light.
Oh, if my mother went away
Who would start the night and day?
I sincerely wish all of you a Happy Mother's Day!