A Favorite Poem for Mothers

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?



This is one of my favorite Mother's Day Poems. Today it's dedicated to Emily, Kevin and little Paige Emilia Jensen, who are featured in the photos.