There is a poem that is so old I’m almost sure it was around in 146 BC. It’s quite silly, but trust me when I say that if you memorize it and then say it to your mom on Mother’s Day, it will melt her heart.
M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she’s growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold;
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell MOTHER,
A word that means the world to me.
