Editor,

My mother, when she sat down at mid night and watched me sleep, or fed me and quenched my thirst, her bosom was my pillow, her back was my reclining couch, and her laps were my sofa.

Can I ever write a bill for the sacred and whole hearted love, care and services she has done for me. Who else could have done it better or best? Her arms were the coolest and safest garage to park and yet no parking fees. When I fell sick, she was my nurse. Mother is sweet; nothing can be compared to her.

My mother, I will not exchange for gold or silver. God bless all the mothers.  Remember Mom, this Mother's Day! Find a mother near you now.

yampolo@aol.com