The Sunday Challenge: It's Mothers day here in North America so let's honour our Mums, wives, sisters, any female that may be or wants to be a Mom. So I think we need a few words ON the picture, not under it.

My Mum was one of the most energetic women I have ever known. Living in a town dairy in Dundee, and being the eldest of 12 children, she was expected to hand milk the cows before she went to school, and eventually before work, until she married my Dad. She was a marvellous Scottish country dancer and a fantastic knitter, making Fair-isle jumpers, dresses, baby-clothes for her 5 grandchildren, and even socks for the British forces during the Second World War years. Such a lovely wife, Mother and Grandmother, I still miss her positive outlook on life after all these years.

The notes show my Mum as a baby in 1902, and one of the last photos of her taken in 1975 with me and her youngest Granddaughter.

Her favourite poem which she often used to recite by heart was called 'Somebody's Mother'. I guess she must have learnt it at school during the First World War. Reading it now brings a huge lump in my throat and tears to my eyes. There is a link to it here:

www.potw.org/archive/potw135.html

Somebody's Mother