St Mary Magdalene † St Bartholomew † St Alban †
Sunday 18th March 2012
On this day, as we reflect on mothers & mothering
I thought I should follow the poetic and lyrical tradition of our Parish in recent weeks.
In the times before Bank Holidays
Farmer's boys and servant girls
Left the farm or big house early,
Going home for the day
On Mothering Sunday
Though home was miles away,
With flowers for their mother's present
Gathered as they went.
It's different these days:
All you have to do is stop
At the flower shop
With the pocket money you've saved
And the daffodils there
Came by train or even by plane;
But the present still means the same
For the language of flowers doesn't change.
(By Stanley Cook)
And just in case we forget those mothering grandmas and aunties or
fathers and grandfathers richer endowed with mothering skill......... read on:
And Grandma's Too
"While we honor all our mothers
with words of love and praise.
While we tell about their goodness
and their kind and loving ways.
We should also think of Grandma,
she's a mother too, you see....
For she mothered my dear mother
as my mother mothers me."
Have a blessed Mothering Sunday. Fr Fred