There were two teachers once, though they may not see it that way,
Who joined together, each something to show, each something to say.
They had many associates, in family and friends, along side.
Not perfect were they, but by good principles they did abide.

These two were successful, as measured by love and trust,
Their hearts always warm, their caring never left to rust.
Their lectures were "by example", their exams were "did you care".
Rules were not to punish, and everything was to share.

His firm hand could always build, her warm heart could always mend,
They educated six "students", with little money to spend.
"Do your best" was the norm, no pressure to "be the greatest one",
Feelings were important, always considered, when actions were done.

All of life is learning and the whole world is a classroom,
If we do not learn what is vital, we will surely meet our doom.
One teacher has passed on to the spiritual class, the other still lives.
He guides from the soul now, with a continual warm heart, she gives.

The students did not choose whom their teachers would be,
They only knew what they were told, felt or could see.
They could have been killers, dope users, devil worshippers or thugs.
But they "graduated" with honors, with the help of loving hugs.

Now, such great work this pair has done, so what was the pay?
To have that love returned six-fold, each and every day.
An alumnus from such a valuable, rich experience, what can he do?
Anything he wants? Then I'll say, "Mom, I Love You."

- John P. McCarron - Mother's Day - May 1994

(one of six "students" of the greatest teachers of life)