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A-’cA'c & -t A.'t A' To di€ greatest mom in the world To our sweet Mother, in her 80th ijear, Who dried our bottoms as well as our tears. Who taught us to love and to do our best. And always prays that well meet each test. And shares our joys as well as our fears, Who driqd our bottoms as well as our tears. The ten of us now, all older and grown. Some with little ones and even grand-kids of our own, Try to practice the things you taught us each day. To love, to share, to work and to pray. And to pass along to our own little dears, How you dried our bottoms as well as our tears. But the greatest gift to us, we now each recall, Is the love that sustains and enriches us all. From the Mother of ten. who made each one know. That our love for each other would help us all grow. And we love you now, Mom. as we did in those years. When,you dried our bottoms, as well as our tears. Richard Brady This poem was written in 1985 for his mother, Alice Marie Lillard Brady, in her 80th year. Alice died in 1999 at the age of 94. My mother, born Rose Marie Christina of pure Italian descent has filled my life with enthusiastic support as my mother instilling family values, my softball and basketball coach, encouraging my athletic ability when I was young and sharing some of her own (she's an incredible golfer), my current events
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