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    Poem for mothers and about mothers.


    Our mother is the sweetest and
    Most delicate of all.
    She knows more of paradise
    Than angels can recall.

    She’s not only beautiful
    But passionately young,
    Playful as a kid, yet wise
    As one who has lived long.

    Her love is like the rush of life,
    A bubbling, laughing spring
    That runs through all like liquid light
    And makes the mountains sing.

    And makes the meadows turn to flower
    And trees to choicest fruit.
    She is at once the field and bower
    In which our hearts take root.

    She is at once the sea and shore,
    Our freedom and our past.
    With her we launch our daring ships
    Yet keep the things that last.

    ~Nick Gordon~


    GOD made a wonderful mother,
    A mother who never grows old;
    He made her smile of the sunshine,
    And He molded her heart of pure gold;
    In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
    In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
    God made a wonderful mother,
    And He gave that dear mother to me.

    ~Pat O’Reilly~


    Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,
    fairytales and sweet dream nights,
    A kiss to wipe away my tears,
    Gingerbread to ease my fears.
    You gave the gift of life to me,
    And then in love, you set me free.
    I thank you for your tender care,
    for deep warm hugs and being there.
    I hope that when you think of me,
    A part of you, you’ll always see.

    ~Author Unknown~


    A Mother’s love is something
    that no on can explain,
    It is made of deep devotion
    and of sacrifice and pain,
    It is endless and unselfish
    and enduring come what may
    For nothing can destroy it
    or take that love away . . .
    It is patient and forgiving
    when all others are forsaking,
    And it never fails or falters
    even though the heart is breaking . . .
    It believes beyond believing
    when the world around condemns,
    And it glows with all the beauty
    of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
    It is far beyond defining,
    it defies all explanation,
    And it still remains a secret
    like the mysteries of creation . . .
    A many splendoured miracle
    man cannot understand
    And another wondrous evidence
    of God’s tender guiding hand.

    ~Helen Steiner Rice~

    Very touching Mother facts !

    When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
    You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
    When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
    You thanked her by crying all night long.
    When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
    You thanked her by running away when she called.
    When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
    You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
    When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
    You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
    When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
    You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
    When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
    You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”
    When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
    You thanked her by throwing it through the
    next-door-neighbor’s window.
    When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
    You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
    When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
    You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
    When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
    soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
    You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
    When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
    You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
    When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
    You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

    Those teenage years
    When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
    You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
    When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
    You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
    When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
    You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
    When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
    You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
    When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
    You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
    When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
    You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

    Growing old and gray
    When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
    drove you to campus, carried your bags.
    You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t
    be embarrassed in front of your friends.
    When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
    You thanked her by saying, “It’s none of your business.”
    When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
    You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you.”
    When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
    You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
    When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
    You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
    When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
    You thanked her by glaring and growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”
    When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told
    you how deeply she loved you.
    You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
    When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
    You thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.”
    When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative’s birthday.
    You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
    When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
    You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

    And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
    crashing down like thunder.

    “Rock me baby, rock me all night long.”
    “The hand who rocks the cradle…may rock the world”.
    Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to
    the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother.
    There’s no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment.
    Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our
    thoughts, she is still your mother!!!
    She will be there for you…to listen to your woes, your braggings, your
    frustations, etc.
    Ask yourself…..have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her
    “blues” of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???
    Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a
    different view from hers.
    Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.