13 May 07
I bought a plaque for my mom when I was 12 with that poem on it from one ofmy first babysitting jobs' money. Sadly, it fell off the wall and broke only about 10 years ago. It was a tacky littlepiece of art, but she still had it in a place of honour in her house fornearly 40 years. Now, it sits in a drawer, waiting to be glued back together. I think it was the first store bought gift she received from any of her children.