My precious Mom, words can't describe how very much you mean to me;your gentle touch, your smiling face,the loving way you look at me;your love of life - the little things that make you laugh despite your pain;your words of great encouragement that give me confidence again.the love you share with everyone,i know is sent from God above,and I'm so very blessed because i have a portion of that love.i've told you many times before, 'A better Mom, there couldn't be.i love you so -much..There's a place in our hearts reserved only for mothers,and no one else on earth can fill that special place. Most often when we think of Mom,we think of what she's givenThe softness of a loving touch, a gentle guide for living, A nightly tip toe in a room, an understanding look But sometimes when I think of Mom......I think of what she took. She took a child and taught it how to live this life with pride. She took those kindergarten tears and kept them inside. She took the hands that longed to hold her child and not let go,Used them to push her child along the way, to thrive and grow. She took time to do some other things, like sew and clean and cook,And never thought to ask for thanks.For all the things she took.
Casaouya a écrit: ------------------------------------------------------- > Salam , > > > It's a beautiful message that U award to Ur mom! > Allah y khaliha lik! > > Enlever donc le vêtement de l'ignorance, > et troquer le contre celui de l'intelligence!
optimal a écrit: ------------------------------------------------------- > way way way!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > oushk oushk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > wa tbark lah 3lik > wa nhar kbir hada > it's a greatest day > ******* > ti conni shkanba
sarita_rita a écrit: ------------------------------------------------------- > optimal a écrit: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > way way way!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > > oushk oushk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > > wa tbark lah 3lik > > wa nhar kbir hada > > it's a greatest day > > ******* > > ti conni shkanba > ah ji oubliyi lah yebarek fik
This is a poem, a tribute to Mothers everywhere, by an anonymous writer. Hope you understand it - it was read at my own Mum's funeral.
Mother Love
Mother Love is more like tensile steel than feathers. Mother Love is less meringue than wholemeal loaf. Mother Love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. Mother Love doesn't need as much sleep as other sorts. Mother Love doesn't give a damn about your looks. She thinks you are beautiful anyway. Mother Love is the most elastic thing on earth - but even Mother Love can be stretched too far at times. Mother Love does not come in a packet, like a Betty Crocker angel cake. It's a highly individual business - can sometimes sink a little in the middle and sometimes be rather crisp around the edges. Mother Love is the thing that makes a mother shake her child like a rat - when he DIDN'T get hit by a car! Mother Love is like the air. It's so commonplace that you don't even notice it. Until the supply is cut off. Mother Love is the family's pilot light.
that was really sweet of the writer to appreciate mother that way but i'm really disappointed that some poeple don't even have enough respect from themselves in the first place.well i just wanna tell u something this is not the right place to talk about ur mom to be honnest with u.bcuse i didn't really like the way some poeple were taking it.
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