Mothers are like omelettes

When God created mothers,
I'm sure he must have said
'Let's make them just like breakfast
My favourite daily bread'

Lets have them make the children grow
And start their day with caring
'Goodness son, what a wonderful smell
What meal are you preparing?

Jesus, in his chefs chappo
Appeared as from a comet
In his hand a splendid dish
'A thing I call a omelette

It's fluffy on the outside
A treat for the nose and eye
But what I think you'll like the most
is the beauty thats inside

A treasure of suprises
In this case ham and cheese
And a pinch of love and tenderness
Just like all our recipes'

God thus raised his magic fork
And gave the dish a try
'Mmmmm...Good indeed
To this I say...Bullseye!'

These mothers I'm creating...
This is now my will...
With wonderful surprises
They too all shall be filled'

'To start the day a loving way
Shall be their tender aim.
So it shall be written
So I have proclaimed'

So it was from that day on
Mother got their start
the omelettes of our breakfasts
The breakfasts of our hearts.


A wondeful poem I found on the internet. Hope you enjoyed, Happy Mothers Day!