\MOTHERr'S DAY/ WE ALL lOVE YOU VERY MUCH, MOM Everyday life and customs


Song of the Parting Son

From the threads a mother’s hands weaves,
A gown for parting son is made.
Sown stitch by stitch before he leaves,
For fear his return be delayed.
Such kindness as young grass receives
From the warm sun can’t be repaid.