Generally speaking, I can't go more than a few hours without wedging Maya Angelou into whatever discussion I'm in the midst of; Mother's Day is no exception. One of Dr. Angelou's finest poems is entitled, "Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me"... Its truly exceptional, following the perceptions of a newborn through adulthood / and the dynamic between a mother and her child. I'll only provide the first few stanzas... hopefully to whet your appetite / prompting you to acquire the poem yourself. Also, please realize that this isn't just to "bio-moms"; no, your 'mother' is whomever raised you; and if that is indeed the case with anyone reading this, prepare for a double-whammy... ( FYI: e v e r y d a y should be Mother's Day! ) It is true I was created in you. It is also true That you were created for me. I owned your voice. It was shaped and tuned to soothe me. Your arms were molded Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me. The scent of your body was in the air Perfumed for me to breathe. Mother, During those early, dearest days I did not dream that you had A larger life which included me, Among your other concerns, For I had a life Which was only you... lp