Who sat and watched 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 gazed upon my heavy eyes,and wept for fear that I should die? 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 seize 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 ( he has to) I hope I shall reward thy care, My mother.
When thou art feeble ,old and grey, my healthy arm shall be thy stay and soothe thy pains away, My mother.
Ann Taylor ,where every you are God bless you for this beautiful piece. Penning down my exact thoughts, helping me out when I felt intellectually incompetent to describe a mother , you will never see this but i’m putting it down anyway.
As I wrote this , I took a pause to check for the meaning of the term “mother”, and i saw something here that said the meaning of a mother is virtually endless and i cannot agree more. A mother is the physical expression of LOVE ,SACRIFICE and SELFLESSNESS.
The unexplainable bond makes her know your pain even when you cannot feel it .She knows your needs before you realize it. God is every where but his manifest presence in your life is your mother . I see my mother as my arch angel, watching over me, leading me , helping me , disciplining me ,guiding me, she frequently goes to wars for me , physically and spiritually. She loses her all to give me all i need . My mother is my universe, Her glory is beyond the description of words.
My mother’s benevolent nature awes me, not only does she put her children before herself and sacrifices her needs for her children’s desires ,she extends her nature to every soul around her.
My mother is optimistic, never met anyone that wants better than what she wants for me . My biggest support system, our biggest support system. You couldn’t have been made from just bones and flesh , you’re stronger than concrete, my very own super woman.
My mother’s wings are the most tenacious defense. Yea ,you can’t hurt me ’cause my mother is here. Come on, what were you saying? oh my mother’s presence muted you? hmm, wise. My mother is my soldier, she is one soldier that makes a whole army.
My mother is a halcyon calming all the winds and storms of my life. How she handles them like they are nothing leaves my verbally inept . I do not know know what holds you and encourages you but I pray it never stops.
An epitome of Love and care even when i’m undeserving you freely give without expecting reciprocation.I am down i can trust you to lift my spirit, when I am confused ,you are my google, when I start to feel like I like I know it all ,you put me right back in my place.You would say , a child cannot know more than his mother ,some times i disregard that but many times I find myself saying , ah , and my mother said it o! Whenever I find my self secretly staring at you in admiration , I find my self saying I want to marry a man that would love me as my mother. The best friend I can ever have. Your unconditional love gives me life.
God shared his omnipotence with you and gave you the ability to create. You didn’t make only me but gave me partners to go through the course of life with. Not because the process was’t painful , not even because of the mandate to be fruitful and multiply but because when God said Man shouldn’t be alone you caught that, thank you for giving me the best partners.
It isn’t mother’s day today but it is my mother’s day. This post is dedicated to my mom and every other amazing mom out there. I write to say thank you, for every thing you do , for your strength and resilience . Every day I see your labour of love and I do not take it for granted and so help me God , I would make you the happiest you have ever been.
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