Monday, May 22, 2006

To My Mom... I love, appreciate and admire you...


Always giving, never selfish or mean...
Always alert, concerned and keen...
Scented as fresh roses on a Spring morning mixed with droplets of dew...
Pushing forward to exceed all limits, so anxious to succeed, so true...
You glimmer in the night, you light up the whole house...
Without you around, there is dullness and no real friend or spouse...
Wishing we could be our best, wishing we could do the most...
To your friends you talk about us with pride, and you sometimes even boast!
Whatever you offered us and still do we will always keep inside...
Our love for you will always be there because you're one of a kind...
Dear mother, you are everything that is pure and dear...
I pray to God that I can always be there for you, be so near...

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

There's a road untravelled
stretching out toward the sea.
This road unmarked by human strife
keeps beconing to me.
Come set your footprints deep young girl,
walk fast or take it slow.
But remember with each step you take,
you've one less step to go
Let not one moment count for naught
as you travel on life's way,
and you will rest contented at the closing of each day.
Then just as surely when at dawn, you'll see the rising sun
you'll find not that your journey's ended,
but that it's just begun.
Jim

Ukhtik said...

How wonderful to read you, sis.

nour on Tuesday, May 23, 2006 said...

so touching...
i like your blog
btw, thanks for passing by...

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Baby Prophet said...

Mothers:
Angels of Heaven and pure faith of sure reverends

Working all day to put her children through school
Blisters on her finger so they can't take us for fools
Thank you mama for 9 months you carried me through, all the pain and suffering
Noone knows the pressure you bear, just only you
yet with nursing compassion you behold me with love burning
One of your smiles bring down a mountain of yearning
i trust my soul to you and watch you carry me home... thank you mama

 

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