Description
Mothers Day is special, but emotions, respect and love last all year long.
Showing appreciation for our Mothers in our own way. Being unigue in our thanks. Looking though eyes filled with love for a blessing such as your Mom.
A sweet comedy lovingly written by DramaShare friend Ruth Carter
Cast: 2 (likely f, middle age)
Bible Reference: 5:13
Set: church fellowship hall with table, chairs where woman is preparing for a mother-daughter banquet
Lighting: standard
Sound: wireless mics if available
Song: none
SFX: none
Costumes: standard
Props: Bulletins for folding or stuffing; shopping bag; homemade clay ashtray; dandelions; card made of construction paper, paper doilies and macaroni. Craft supplies—paper, glue, doilies, scissors, etc. Everything except the bulletins should be in the bag.
Special Instructions: business can be carried on throughout the play
Time: 5
Sample of script:
Joy is looking at Amy’s bag as she removes stuff
Joy: What’s that?
Amy: Gifts for my mom.
Joy: Why?
Amy: Why? Because Mother’s Day is coming up, you nut!
Joy: Well, I know that, but –
Amy: I want to show her I love her. To show my appreciation for what she’s been to me all these years.
Joy: You make it sound like you’ve got one foot in the grave. (mimics) All these years?
Amy: (Chuckles) You know what I mean. It’s been all my life! She’s always been there for me. It means a lot to me. I want to tell her that.
Joy: Won’t a card or flowers do?
Amy: Oh, yeah. She loves those.
Joy: Well then? Why this bag of – stuff?
Amy: It occurred to me that I sent my mother flowers last year.
Joy: Yeah? So did I.
Amy: And a lovely card with one of those poems she enjoys so much.
Joy: What’s wrong with that?
Amy: Nothing.
Joy: That’s what I’m sending my mom this year.
Amy: That’s great! She’s as big a pushover for flowers as mine is.
Joy: So why don’t you do that?
Amy: Well, I got to thinking –
Joy: (Interrupting) With you, that could be dangerous.
Amy: (Snickers) I know. It got me into all kinds of trouble.
Joy: I’m waiting. (Beat) I think
Amy: Well, I remembered that I had sent her flowers and a card the year before that, too.
Joy: You said she loves them.
Amy: She does.
Joy: So what’s the big deal?
Amy: Well, I realized that I’ve sent flowers and cards for the last seven years. Ever since I left home.
Joy: (Impressed) Wow! You never forgot?
Amy: Never. (Nose in the air in mock pride) I wasn’t even late, either.