Tuesday, June 30, 2009 01:34:28 PM

One of the saddest things in a Woman's life...
Is to believe the child within her is gone forever...
She is only playing hide and seek...

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I dedicate this page for those who have mums that love us unconditionally and equally forever.

 

 

 

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

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

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A MOTHER LOVE

 

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in it's place,
but have not love, I am a "housekeeper"-not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, My children learn of cleanliness-not godliness.

Love leaves the dust, and goes in search of a child's laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through trials.

Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother, I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.

As a mother, there is MUCH I must teach my child,
But the greatest of these is LOVE.

(Author Unknown)

 

FOR YOU MOTHER

 

As my first friend, you introduced me to a life enriched

By your love and warmth ...

You shaped the way I feel about the world and my place in it today.

 

Your confidence in me helped me to believe in myself,

and your praise and respect enabled me to appreciate my own worth.

 

You guided without control and encouraged without pressure.

You gave your best ... to bring out the best in me.

You taught me to think my own thoughts and to follow my own dreams,

To be proud of my achievements and accepting of my mistakes;

To find peace in each sunset and joy in each sunrise ...to love my life ...

You knew what to say and how to listen to help me through the rough times

And to make the good times even more wonderful.

I took it for granted \that you'd be there when I needed you ... and you always were.

As I grew older, I made many new friends, but of all the kindness they have shown me,

Your understanding is still the deepest, your companionship the warmest,

And your support the most generous.

I thank you, Mother, for all you have been to me

my first friend ... and my best friend!

These  warm   words are from - Paula Finn

 

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When you need someone to stand beside you,

Mom is near ...

When you need someone to hear your troubles,

She will hear ...

When you need someone to share your burden,

She will share ...

When you need to know that someone loves you,

Mom is there.

 

-Thomas J. Langley

 

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A mother's love asks no return, expects no reward ...

a mother's love asks only to give.

Unknown

 

* *

A mother's heart will always know

the feelings words can't always show."

 

- (Unknown)

 

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A WONDERFUL MOTHER

 

God made a wonderful mother,

A mother who never grows old;

He made her smile of the sunshine,

And He moulded her heart of pure gold;

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,

In her cheeks fair roses you see;

God made a wonderful mother,

And He gave that dear mother to me.

These words   are written by

 

- Pat O'Reilly

 

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SHE'S ME MOM

 

She is essence of womanhood; model of femininity.

Graceful and elegant, young with her school girl charm,

Wise with beauty that grows from eyes and to her soul.

 

She is the moral fibre and the undivided strength of the family.

The true homemaker for she has made our home.

 

She is an Angel among men,

Light upon dark,

Rest among weary.

 

I love her for being herself and no one else.

When my eyes meet hers, I know what tenderness means;

For she is tender as the Summer breeze,

And as forgiving as a new day.

 

She is my mom; nothing more, nothing less

But simply the best.

 

Pen by- Vincent Alexander Caruso

 

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A MOTHER'S PRAYER

 

In the quiet of the night I watch you sleep.

As I tuck you in and savior the gentle sounds.

I glance through the window and whisper out loud..

God, have I been the Mother you wanted me to be.

Have I held my children up and taught them to see.

Have I shown them that love should always be shared

Have I taught them compassion and reasons to care...

Have I explained the values by which You want us to live.

Have I taught them humility and reasons to give..

Have I shown them that life can't always be fair..

Have I taught them that You will always be there.

As I glance through the window You help me to see

That I am being the best mother that I can possibly be...

 

By Christine M. Newcomer

 

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MY MOTHER

 

And who fed me from her gentle breasts,

And hush me in her arms to rest,

And on my cheeks sweet kisses pressed?

My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eyes

Who was it sang sweet hushaby,

And rocked me that I should not cry?

My Mother.

Who sat and watch my infant head

When sleeping on my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry

Who o gazed upon my heavy eye,

And wept for fear that I should die?

My Mother.

Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,

And taught me pretty how to play,

And minded all I had to say?

My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fall,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray

And love God's holy book and day,

And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?

My Mother.

And can I ever cease  to be

Affectionate and kind to thee,

Who wast so very kind to me?

My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,

And if God please my life to spare

I hope I shall reward thy care,

My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My Mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head

Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed,

My Mother.

 

Ann Taylor 

 

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MOTHER

 

A kiss when I wake in the morning,

A kiss when I go to bed,

A kiss when I burn my finger,

A kiss when I bump my head.

 

A kiss when my bath is over,

A kiss when my bath begins;

My mamma is full of kisses

As nurse is full of pins.

 

A kiss when I play with my rattle,

A kiss when I pull her hair;

She covered me over with kisses

The day when I fell downstairs.

 

A kiss when I give her trouble;

A kiss when I give her joy;

There is nothing like mamma's kisses

To her own little baby boy.

 

Unknown

 

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 A MOTHER'S LOVE

 

A Mothers' Love is like an island

In life's ocean vast and wide,

A peaceful quite shelter

From the restless, rising tide....

 

A Mothers' Love is like fortress

And we seek protection there

When the waves of tribulation

Seem to drown us in despair.

 

A Mother's Love a sanctuary

Where our souls can find sweet rest

From the struggle and tension

Of life's fast and futile quest...

 

A Mother's Love is like a tower

Rising far above the crowd,

And her smile is like the sunshine

Breaking through a threatening cloud...

 

A Mother's Love is like a beacon

Burning bright with Faith and Prayer

And though the changing scenes of life

We can find a Haven There

 

For a Mother's Love is fashioned

After God's enduring love,

It is endless and unfailing

Like the love of HIM above...

 

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 A MOTHER'S LOVE

 

A mother's love is something

That no one can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

And sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

And enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it

Or take that love away...

It is patient and forgiving

When all others forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

Even though the heart is breaking...

It believes beyond believing

When the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

Of the rarest brightest gems...

It is far beyond defining,

It defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

Like the mysteries of creation....

 

A many splendoured miracle

Man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

Of Gods' tender guiding hand.

 

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WHERE THERE IS LOVE

 

Where there is love the heart is light

Where there is love the day is bright

Where there is love there is a song

To help when things are going wrong...

Where there is love there is a smile

To make all things seem more worthwhile,

Where there is love there's quite peace

A tranquil place where turmoil cease...

Love changes darkness into light

And makes the heart take 'wingless flight'...

And Mothers have a special way

Of filling homes with love each day

And when the home is filled with love

You'll always find God spoken of,

And when a 'prays together'

That family also 'stays together'

And once again a Mother's touch

Can mould and shape and do so much

To make this work a better place

For every colour, creed and race-

For when man walks with God again,

There shall be Peace on Earth for Men.

 

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 I MUST NOT TEASE MY MOTHER

 

I must not tease my mother,

For she is very kind;

And everything she says to me

I must directly mind;

For when I was a baby,

And could not speak or walk,

She let in her bosom sleep,

And taught me how to talk.

 

I must not tease my mother;

And when she likes to read,

Or has the headache, I will step

Most silently indeed:

I will not choose a noisy play,

Nor trifling troubles tell,

But sit down quietly by her side,

And try to make her well.

I must tease my mother;

I heard my dear father say,

When I was sick in my cradle sick

She nursed me night and day;

She lays me in my little bed,

She gives me clothes and food,

And I have nothing else to pay

But trying to be good.

I must not tease my mother;

She loves me all the day,

And she has patience with my faults,

And teaches me to pray.

How much I'll strive to please her

She every hour shall see;

For should she go away to die

What would become of me?

 

By Mrs. Sigourney

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* *

 

A Mother is one who

Understands the things

You say and do

 

Who always overlooks

Your faults and sees the

Best in you~

 

A Mother is one whose

Special love inspires you

Day by day.

 

Who fills your heart with

Gladness in her warm

And thoughtful way~

 

A Mother is all these things

and more ~ the greatest

Treasure known.

 

And the dearest Mother in

All of the world is the one I

Call my own.

 

* *

 

WHAT IS A MOTHER?

 

A mother is someone to shelter and guide us,

To love us, whatever we do,

With a warm understanding and infinite patience

And wonderful gentleness, too.

How often a mother means swift reassurance

In soothing our small, childish fears,

How tenderly mothers watch over their children

And treasure them all through the years!

The heart of a mother is full of forgiveness

For any mistake, big or small,

And generous always in helping her family,

Whose needs she has placed above all.

A mother can utter a word of compassion

And make all our cares fall away,

She can brighten a home with the sound of her laughter

And make life delightful and gay.

A mother possesses incredible wisdom

And wonderful insight and skill -

In each human heart is that one special corner

Which only a mother can fill!

 

Katherine Nelson Davis

 

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 MOTHER

Alfred Williams

Breathes a sound above all other

Sweetest in the world to me;

'Tis the sacred name of mother,

Lisped in earliest infancy.

 

Ah1 I  know not all the sorrow

for my sake she meekly bore,

But I know with every morrow

In her heart she loved me more.

 

Oft with tears and oft with kisses

She rocked me into rest,

Mingling with her soft caresses

All the passion of her breast.

Still I see her, pure and holy

With Love's crown above her head,

Moving near and stooping lowly

O'er the childish cradle bed.

Years have passed and time has found thee,

Eyes once bright are bright no more,

Mother! but a halo round thee

Holier than the ones of yore.

How Moms Were Made By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands." The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!" said the Angel. The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!" "And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word." The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish." "But I can't!" the Lord protested, I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower." The Angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord" "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." "Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate." The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." "That's not a leak," the Lord objected. "That's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride." The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!" The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again, my friend. I created the woman, but she created the tear!" 

 

FOR YOU, MOTHER

 

As my first friend,

you introduced me to a life enriched

by your love and warmth ...

you shaped the way I feel about the world

and my place in it today.

 

Your confidence in me

helped me to believe in myself,

and your praise and respect

enabled me to appreciate my own worth.

 

You guided without control

and encouraged without pressure.

You gave your best ...

to bring out the best in me.

 

You taught me to think my own thoughts

and to follow my own dreams,

to be proud of my achievements

and accepting of my mistakes;

to find peace in each sunset

and joy in each sunrise ...

to love my life ...

 

You knew what to say

and how to listen

to help me through the rough times

and to make the good times

even more wonderful.

I took it for granted

that you'd be there when I needed you

... and you always were.

 

As I grew older,

I made many new friends,

but of all the kindness they have shown me,

your understanding is still the deepest,

your companionship the warmest,

and your support the most generous.

 

I thank you, Mother,

for all you have been to me ~

my first friend ...

and my best friend!

-Paula Finn

 

When you need someone

to stand beside you,

Mom is near ...

When you need someone

to hear your troubles,

She will hear ...

When you need someone

to share your burden,

She will share ...

When you need to know

that someone loves you,

Mom is there.

-Thomas J. Langley

 

A mother's love asks no return,

expects no reward ...

a mother's love asks only to give. 

A mother's heart will always know the feelings words can't always show."

- (Unknown)

WONDERFUL MOTHER

 

God made a wonderful mother,

A mother who never grows old;

He made her smile of the sunshine,

And He molded her heart of pure gold;

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,

In her cheeks fair roses you see;

God made a wonderful mother,

And He gave that dear mother to me.

- Pat O'Reilly

SHE'S ME MOM 

She is essence of womanhood; model of femininity.

Graceful and elegant,

Young with her school girl charm,

Wise with beauty that grows from eyes and to her soul.

 

She is the moral fibre and the undivided strength

of the family.

The true home maker for she has made our home.

 

She is an Angel among men,

Light upon dark,

Rest among weary.

 

I love her for being herself and no one else.

When my eyes meet hers, I know what tenderness means;

For she is tender as the Summer breeze,

And as forgiving as a new day.

 

She is my mom; nothing more, nothing less

But simply the best.

- Vincent Alexander Caruso

**

You don't have to deserve your mother's

love. You have to deserve your father's.

He's more particular.

~~Robert Frost

 

Mothers must be angels on earth, always at hand to doctor scraped knees, boost pampered spirits, and guide us through the minor setbacks in life. They must be models of inspirations, patient counsellors, and sterling examples. They must be everything to

everybody. As children age, they begin to realize the value of a mother's love and the enormous depth of her commitment. No relationship we form can ever be as close or profound.

 

 

A Mother is one who understands the things you say and do.

Who always overlooks your faults and sees the best in you~

 

A Mother is one whose special love inspires you day by day.

Who fills your heart with gladness in her warm and thoughtful way~

 

A Mother is all these things and more ~ the greatest treasure known.

And the dearest Mother in all of the world is the one I call my own.

 

WHAT IS A MOTHER?

 

A mother is someone to shelter and guide us,

To love us, whatever we do,

With a warm understanding and infinite patience

And wonderful gentleness, too.

How often a mother means swift reassurance

In soothing our small, childish fears,

How tenderly mothers watch over their children

And treasure them all through the years!

The heart of a mother is full of forgiveness

For any mistake, big or small,

And generous always in helping her family,

Whose needs she has placed above all.

A mother can utter a word of compassion

And make all our cares fall away,

She can brighten a home with the sound of her laughter

And make life delightful and gay.

A mother possesses incredible wisdom

And wonderful insight and skill -

In each human heart is that one special corner

Which only a mother can fill!

 

WHEN GOD MADE MOMS

 

When the good Lord was creating mothers!!!!!

He was into His sixth day of "overtime when the angel appeared and said,

"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

AND THE LORD SAID....."Have you read the specs on this order?

She has to be completely washable, but not plastic.

Have 180 moveable parts... all replaceable.

Run on black coffee and leftovers.

Have a lap that disappears when she stands up,

a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg

to a disappointed love affair, and six pairs of hands."

And the angel shook her head slowly and said,

"Six pairs of hands...no way."

"It is not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord,

It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

THE LORD NODDED....One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks

"What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows.

Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't,

but what she has to know;

and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs

up and say,

"I understand and I love you", without so much as uttering a word."

"Lord", said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "go to bed,

tomorrow...."

"I can't", said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to

myself.

Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick....

can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger,

and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly.

"It's too soft", she sighed.

"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly.

You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."

"Can it think?"

"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise", said the

Creator.

Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

"There's a leak", she pronounced.

"I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model."

"It's not a leak", said the Lord. "It's a tear".

"What's it for?"

"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."

"You're a genius", said the angel.

THE LORD LOOKED SOMBRE..... "BUT I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE"