From the moment of our birth
There is no one else on earth
Who loves us as Mothers do;
So steadfast, loyal and true!

So why wait 'til Mothers Day
To make such a grand display
Of how we love them so much
With flowers, cards, gifts and such?

Let them know the whole year through
Just how much they mean to you.
Show your love in some small way
Other than on Mothers Day!

Work hard
At everything that you do
The battle is never easy
You will face disappointment as you try to get through
Guard your heart
As you go forward
Enjoy the journey
And continue on upward

I promise you that we will make love
On a bed full of philosophy books
So that the depth of our hunger
Matches the depth of our thinking

Every press of my nail upon your flesh
Will have you question your existence
You'll feel more alive with every thought
Then you will understand Rene Descartes

Our smoldering bodies radiating pleasure
Will have you disregard the material world
This passion will posses the highest reality
Then you'll understand Plato's forms

Amidst my guidance toward your ******
You will hold values and aspirations close
And form your most perfect self with me
Then you'll understand Friedrich Nietzsche

On this bed full of marvelous thoughts
We will lay tangled exhausted overjoyed
For our love our lust and our everything
Will have the immensity of philosophy itself

He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"

                                             By Phil Roberts