The other day, I came upon the first poem written by Christina Rossetti in 1842 when she was 11 years old.  It was entitled simply, To My Mother. There is a sweet joy in the composition, a perfect thought for Mother’s Day.

 To-day’s your natal day,
Sweet flowers I bring;
Mother, accept, I pray,
My offering.

And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.

Today, as we celebrate Mother’s Day, I want to thank the children who make our lives remarkable.  As Carl Sandburg once said, “A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.”