Marjorie (Johnnie) Steiner lives in our Surbiton Home and her daughter, Vicky, wrote this beautiful poem for her for Mother’s Day.

What does Mother’s Day mean to me?
A date in the diary,
Appointment for tea?
Some carefully picked gift,
An appropriate card?
Perhaps same as last year’s;
The choice wasn’t hard.

For such obvious display
My Mum doesn’t care.
A calendar loyalty
Then nothing all year.
She just used to say
“I love seeing you
More than flowers or gifts;
A visit will do.”

I look at my Mum
A century of love
And see how honoured
I am and how tough
It’ll be when she goes;
But her Mother’s Day gift to me now a Mum
Is to show me just how Mother’s love can be done.

Vicky Peirson, daughter of Marjorie (Johnnie) Steiner.