Valentines Day Without A BoyfriendOr AGirl friends Not Bad, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . But Mothers Day Without A MotherIs Very Painful..!!

Mind not my contentiousness,Umbrage quite umbilical:Mirror of my love.

Throughout my Life Ur Luv Was My Servant& When I Was Able to Serve U, U Departed This World

Memories lie at anchor in your arms,Under the protection of your mountain:Music in the hollow of the wind.

U Are Such An Important Part Of Our Family&Each Day I Am Reminded Of How Special U Are ToMe,My Son,& My Grandchildren..!!!

I LOVE U MOMHaving U Makes Me Feel Safe & CalmI MISS U MOMMissing Touches Two My Face With You’r Chapped PalmU Are The GreatestBecause U Are My Mom…!!!

M is for the miracle of Being.O is for its origin in love.T is for the tenderness of seeing.H is for a home no wind can move.E is for the ecstasy of living.R is for the recklessness of giving.

M is for the miracle of Being.O is for its origin in love.T is for the tenderness of seeing.H is for a home no wind can move.E is for the ecstasy of living.R is for the recklessness of giving.

A mother serves her sugar withA bit of peppermintTo clarify the passagesThat carry what she meantWhen she first set to bear a soulQuite separate from her own,Whom she would cherish, yet must teachTo live and die alone.

Make for me a place within your heartOn which I can depend. For only youTouch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,Home through all the wanderings of my years,Eden that no other can renew,Root I cannot rend through rage or art.

Make for me a place within your heartOn which I can depend. For only youTouch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,Home through all the wanderings of my years,Eden that no other can renew,Root I cannot rend through rage or art.

Maybe time is like a snowdrift. SpringOpens up its secrets. And perhapsThere you find what you’ve been looking for.Harsh winters wait, of course, but there are moreEcstasies than sorrows under wraps,Retained in drifts till their awakening.

Melodies, like people, have a home.Otherwise, they’d wander aimlessly.They modulate and mutate as they roam,Having held their own quite painlessly,Eventually returning to the heartReserved for them by nature or by art,Savoring that longsought tonic tone.

Close your eyes and wish for the one thingYou cannot do without, and when you do,Near your heart you’ll find it, always there,Treasure that is dear but not so rare,Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through.In truth, no gift more happiness can bring,And so this day I give my love to you.

Before the child is bornA mother’s love beginsBefore the child is bornAnd lasts through timeAnd difficultiesAnd differencesAnd many woundsAnd days of joyAnd days of sorrowWinding, wearingWeeping, sharingChangingUntil, at the endWhat remainsIs that solid coreThat began as loveBefore the child was born.Submitted by Ruth Gree