Make your heart an earthly paradiseOn which, above all, you yourself depend.The only Eden is the one you tend,Hoping that the sunlight will suffice.Each holds within the heart a paradigm,Remembrance of a love that was the sea‘Ere one felt the wound of you and meSlicing through the tides of that sweet time.Do, then, recreate such love within,A gated garden in a world of sin,Yielding grace grown only in that clime.
Mom, ur everything a mom should be;Ur luv shines bright in everything I see.Ur parent, friend, suporter, all for me.U give Ur sweet luv unconditionally.U always do what’s best for me, I know;U mentored me to help me learn & grow.Ur kindness, caring, nurturing always show;That’s why I luv, respect & admire so.There aren’t enough words to say what I should say,So now I’ll wish you Happy Mother’s Day!
Maybe there is nothing more than sunshineOut upon the terrace of your heart.The miracles that might have been at one timeHave long since found a reason to depart.Each day must be itself a new redeemerReturned to bring you home to inner joy.‘Tis the longheld habit of the dreamerSimply to let sunshine spirits buoy.Destiny does not decree one’s musicAs one has always ample chance to choose it,Yet cherishing what nothing can destroy.
How much I love you I can’t say:It’s more than words can hold.You’re all at once my rich, red clay,My potter and my mold.Yours the words that shaped my voice,The spirit within mine.Yours the will that shaped my choice,My fortune, and my sign.How lucky I was to have had youAt the core of me!Wise and good, you always knewJust what I could be.And so I came to be someoneWhom I could be proud of.For this I give my swollen sumOf gratitude and love.
Mere happiness is not the song I’m singing:Of mothers’ joy a jagged piece is pain.To love is to be amply burdened, bringingHearts with gifts to an uncharted plain.Even so, one longs to be a mother,Remembering a richness unreserved‘Ere one could barely recognize another,Sustained by love unsought and undeserved.Deeper than oneself is one’s communion,A revelation reached alone by unionYet yearned for, though through years of love well served
Every time I see my pansiesVivid in the golden sun,You are with me in my garden,And I am once again a child.Vivid in the golden sun,Their beauty brings me close to tears,And I am once again a childLearning to assume your grace.Their beauty brings me close to tearsAs I join hands with you in love,Learning to assume your grace,Dancing to your inner music.As I join hands with you in love,You are with me in my garden,Dancing to your inner musicEvery time I see my pansies.
Even though just recently we’ve met,I feel you are to me a second mother.Sometimes between one person and anotherThere is a strangely comfortable first fit.With you I feel just like a lonely moonCome to the attraction of an earth,Swinging gratefully across its girthAs if possessed at last by love its own.With the adult need for time and spaceThere is the child’s need for something more:A love that needs no answer at the coreOf all that gives one dignity and grace.
A vase of flowers in a window frame.A house of gentle light amid dark leaves.An ecstasy so sharp it feels like anguish,The pull that makes our beeline an ellipse.No transcendental morning’s inspirationSo ravishes the things we never see.We hear for all our lives a silent musicTo which we dance unknowing through our time.And even when we die, there is a beautyOlder than the cold December stars,A part of us that waits behind the darknessTo take us once again into its arms
A mother’s love determines howWe love ourselves and others.There is no sky we’ll ever seeNot lit by that first love.Stripped of love, the universeWould drive us mad with pain;But we are born into a worldThat greets our cries with joy.How much I owe you for the kissThat told me who I was!The greatest gift–a love of life–Lay laughing in your eyes.Because of you my world still hasThe soft grace of your smile;And every wind of fortune bearsThe scent of your caress.
A mother’s love determines howWe love ourselves and others.There is no sky we’ll ever seeNot lit by that first love.Stripped of love, the universeWould drive us mad with pain;But we are born into a worldThat greets our cries with joy.How much I owe you for the kissThat told me who I was!The greatest gift–a love of life–Lay laughing in your eyes.Because of you my world still hasThe soft grace of your smile;And every wind of fortune bearsThe scent of your caress.
Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,Restoring the sense that our most precious thingsAre those that do not change much over time.No love of childhood is more sublime,Demanding little, giving on demand,More inclined than most to grant the wingsOn which we fly off to enchanted lands.Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,Helping out with young and restless hearts,Each has all the patience wisdom brings,Remembering our passions more than others,Soothing us with old and wellhoned arts.
How beautifully the rushing glass,All molten gold across the stones,Pours into pools of cloud and sky,Paints a scrim across the deep.Yesterday the milky grassMade a blanket for the bonesOf all the birds who questioned why,Trilling wonder in their cheep.How magically the morning brassEases our phantasmic moans,Ripples salmon in the eye‘Ere the gauzy end of sleep.So, too, the syllables that passDirectly over silent thrones,And thoughts that, graceful, slide right byYon mysteries that dragons keep.
I’ve lived a life of fantasy and terror,Plunging now and then headlong towards death.I cannot think what agony it must beTo see your child burn in such a hell.I’ve fought your love with all the madness in me,Screaming at my stubborn love for you,The one thing in my heart that will not let meToss my tortured soul into the sea.I do not know what pain your love has cost you,Or with what courage you have seen me through.I only know I love you so much for itThat life becomes too beautiful to hold.
I’ve lived a life of fantasy and terror,Plunging now and then headlong towards death.I cannot think what agony it must beTo see your child burn in such a hell.I’ve fought your love with all the madness in me,Screaming at my stubborn love for you,The one thing in my heart that will not let meToss my tortured soul into the sea.I do not know what pain your love has cost you,Or with what courage you have seen me through.I only know I love you so much for itThat life becomes too beautiful to hold.
Through my eyes I seeA sanctum,Where there are leaves to lead the way;There the grass needs never cuttingAnd stays groomed everyday.Through my eyes I seeA sanctumThat no one can take away.And through my eyes I see a placeWhere all the kids can play.Through my eyes I seeA sanctumWhere all the days are years;The mommies there will never age,Nor will they cry a tear.I think I’ll call this Mom’s Land,For beyond its flowered wall,The beauty matches only a mother’sAnd that is the most beautiful of all.
