Mothering Sunday

All the ladies in church this morning were given a gift of a small posy of flowers by the children after they came out of Sunday School. The posies were to celebrate Mothering Sunday and had been donated and prepared by members of the Mothers' Union. As there were more than enough to go round, many of the fathers also received one and I was lucky enough to be one of them.

Mothers rarely get what they deserve:
On them is dumped the dirt of our dreams.
Their joys must be ours, as they serve
Hard time, which only our love redeems.
Each day your love and faith my days renew;
Rejoice, then, on this day reserved for you.

poem: copyright Nicholas Gordon.