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
Make your passions fit your pleasures;Open up your heart to daysThat offer you unwonted treasures,Happy with what hope betrays.Even without children, childrenRecognize your gentleness‘Ere they wander, errant pilgrimsSearching for their bit of bliss.Destiny is ever kind,Albeit driven by the wind.Yet yearning ends in emptiness.
Make your passions fit your pleasures;Open up your heart to daysThat offer you unwonted treasures,Happy with what hope betrays.Even without children, childrenRecognize your gentleness‘Ere they wander, errant pilgrimsSearching for their bit of bliss.Destiny is ever kind,Albeit driven by the wind.Yet yearning ends in emptiness.
Make your passions fit your pleasures;Open up your heart to daysThat offer you unwonted treasures,Happy with what hope betrays.Even without children, childrenRecognize your gentleness‘Ere they wander, errant pilgrimsSearching for their bit of bliss.Destiny is ever kind,Albeit driven by the wind.Yet yearning ends in emptiness.
I Love My Mother Because It Stands For:M – For The MILLION Things She Gave Me..O – For Shuttles Growing OLD..T – For The TEARS She Shed To Save Me..H – For Her HEART Of Purest Gold…E – For Her EYES, With LoveLight Shining…R – For She Is Always Right And Always Be…!!LUV YOU MOM!
Maybe love put sunshine in your heart,Using light to leaven your long day.Maybe it was hard, but from the start,‘Twixt blight and bloom the sunshine had its way.Sing, then, of mother’s love, and your delightDescended down to me, that I might beAlive with sunshine, bountiful and bright,Yet yearning still for what you gave to me.
I know we sometimes argue, andI sometimes blow my lid.But I still love you very much:I’m only just a kid.Sometimes I need to push againstThe fences you erect,Even though I know they’re thereTo shelter and protect.I know you want the best for meAnd to keep me from all harm.I just want you to know I couldn’tHave a better mom.
“Happy Mother’s Day” means moreThan have a happy day.Within those words lie lots of thingsWe never get to say.It means I love you first of all,Then thanks for all you do.It means you mean a lot to me,And that I honor you.But most of all, I guess it meansThat I am thinking ofYour happiness on this, your day,With pleasure and with love.
I never had a real mom, butI’ve had a mom that’s realIn all the things that moms should do,And all the things moms feel.I never had a mother, butI’ve had a mother’s love.I’ve had the kisses and the hugsThat therapists speak of.I guess I should be crazy withThe things that I’ve been through.But I’ve had all a kid could needBecause I have had you
Godmothers aren’t fairies in a tale,Offering a world that cannot be.Demand of them glass slippers and they fail,More likely to do favors naturally.On them you can depend for a relation:They offer gifts and guidance with a kiss.Having taken on the obligation,Each freely out of love gives what she is.Real godmothers have no wands or wings,So they must work with wisdom, love, and things.
“Happy Mother’s Day” “Happy Mother’s Day” means moreThan have a happy day.Within those words lie lots of thingsWe never get to say.It means I love you first of all,Then thanks for all you do.It means you mean a lot to me,And that I honor you.But most of all, I guess it meansThat I am thinking ofYour happiness on this, your day,With pleasure and with loveSubmitted by Kay Hunt
Maa…!!!Mera Dil Ro Raha Hy..!!Maa…!!!Meri Ankhoon Mein Nami Hy..!!Maa…!!!Mera Dil Dard Mein Dooba Hy..!!Maa..!!!Mujhe Teri Zarorat Hy..!!Maa..!!!Mein Bahot Tanha Hun..!!!Maa..!!!Meri Ankhein Tujhe Dhondhti Hein..!!Maa…!!Mein Umeed Sy Haar Chuka Hun..!!Maa…!!Mujhe Sahara Dy Mein Toot Chuka Hun..!!Maa…!!!Mujhe Sambhal Ly Mein Bikhar Chuka Hun..!!Love You MAA…….
Marriage can make mothers instantly,Opening a can of wellfed worms.The trick is to provide love patiently,Having faith in what one’s life affirms.Even at the nadir of neglect,Resented for the sin of merely being,‘Tis the common highway to respectSo to be one asks for no agreeing.Deeper far than anger there is need,A yearning that from anger can be freed,Yielding something simpler than one’s seeing.
Marriage can make mothers instantly,Opening a can of wellfed worms.The trick is to provide love patiently,Having faith in what one’s life affirms.Even at the nadir of neglect,Resented for the sin of merely being,‘Tis the common highway to respectSo to be one asks for no agreeing.Deeper far than anger there is need,A yearning that from anger can be freed,Yielding something simpler than one’s seeing.
Marriage can make mothers instantly,Opening a can of wellfed worms.The trick is to provide love patiently,Having faith in what one’s life affirms.Even at the nadir of neglect,Resented for the sin of merely being,‘Tis the common highway to respectSo to be one asks for no agreeing.Deeper far than anger there is need,A yearning that from anger can be freed,Yielding something simpler than one’s seeing.
