어머니 Mother

 

 

M * O * T * H * E * R

 "M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

 

Put them all together, they spell 

"MOTHER,"

A word that means the world to me.

 

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

     

 

      Mother's Hands     Mother's hands took us to school
Mother's hands in the morning
Mother's hands rain, protecting us
Mother's hands act as awning
Mother's hands would hold our face
Mother's hands held the tears
Mother's hands brail our face
Mother's hands read our fears
Mother's hands held compassion
Mother's hands would bake
Mother's hands give us her ration
Mother's hands give not take
Mother's hands lined by caring
Mother's hands not smooth
Mother's hands map understanding
Mother's hands every groove

duncan wyllie        

 

      A True Mother's Love     A mother's love is consistent
and patient, it will never fade.
A mother's love is warm and
compassionate, even in the
shade. A mother's love will
always help you through the
weakest hours. A mother's love
is always like a bouquet of
flowers. A mother's love is
strong and will never steer
you wrong. A true mother's
love is beautiful in many ways.
A true mother's love is sincere
and it takes a mother's love to
conquer our fears. A true mother's
love knows the depth of love. A
true mother's love is contentment,
just like God's love. My mother's
love is absolutely all of the above.

Patarica D. Nunn                 Only love     Mother is

Your world...

Mother is

Your nation...

Mother is

Your language...

Mother is love

At only love...

For your's...

otteri selvakumar                   Mother     Mother, I miss you. I still call your name.
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same.

Mother, I need you here with me
or me with you which has to be.

Mother, this pain goes so deep
I cry day and night and scream in my sleep.

Mother, please make it go away
Make it stop. Somehow, someway.

Mother, I'm sorry I cried a tear
yearning you, wish you were here.

Mother, come take my hand
guide me to that promise land.

Mother, yes, I long to be
asleep with you, eternally.

Rene' Bennett 

 

 

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