When I was a young girl my mother had a satin pillow trimmed in fringe that she kept in our parlor. This room was only used when very important people came to visit. I wish to share the poem that was written on that pillow with your readers because this Sunday is Mother's Day in the US. Sometimes this is also sang as a tune to a their Mother. I hope you like it. They are free to copy it and if they wish give a copy to their mother.
M is for the many things she gave me.
Put them all together they spell MOTHER a word that means the world to me.