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| Posted by: Leelee 08-May-2008, 08:11 PM |
| This is quoted from a Poetry Book written by Helen Steiner Rice, that I enjoyed in my youth....I do write poetry too, I may share....some day. What is a Mother's Love? It takes a Mother's LOVE to make a house a home, A place to be remembered, no matter where we roam... It takes a Mother's PATIENCE to bring a child up right, And her COURAGE and her CHEERFULNESS to make a dark day bright... It takes a Mother's THOUGHTFULNESS to mend the heart's deep "hurts", And her SKILL and her ENDURANCE to mend little socks and shirts... It takes a Mother's KINDNESS to forgive us when we err, To sympathize in trouble and bow her head in prayer... It takes a Mother's WISDOM to recognize our needs And to give us reassurance by her loving words and deeds... It takes a Mother's ENDLESS FAITH, her CONFIDENCE and TRUSTTo guide us through the pitfalls of sefishness and lust... And that is why in all this world there could not be another Who could fulfill God's purpose as completely as a MOTHER! |
| Posted by: ranger 08-May-2008, 08:15 PM |
| So very true! |
| Posted by: John Clements 08-May-2008, 08:37 PM | ||
Such a good poem Leelee, thanks for posting it. I wonder where we would be, without the love of our Mothers. |
| Posted by: Leelee 08-May-2008, 08:42 PM |
| My pleasure...I guess we would be a tad lost....I know a few that have lost their Mother's at a young age & well they are just not as happy as they could be. Sad but true...makes one cherish their Mother's whilst they're still around, aye? |
| Posted by: ranger 08-May-2008, 09:09 PM |
| it's strange. It doesn't make me think about my own mother so much as I think about my kids and their dependence/relationship with their mother. |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 09-May-2008, 03:59 PM |
| Leelee, It's a very beautiful poem that you choose to share with us in honor of all the mothers in the world on this Mother's Day week-end! Thanks, LOA |
| Posted by: Leelee 09-May-2008, 07:55 PM |
Thanks LOA All Mother's should be honoured   |
| Posted by: Rindy 11-May-2008, 08:13 PM |
| LeeLee, thank you for posting this wonderful poem. I enjoyed reading it very much. I hadn't seen it before now. Slainte |
| Posted by: iolanda 27-Jun-2008, 06:40 PM |
| Thanks Leelee, for sharing this wonderful poetry..I remember my Mum just like this...Now she is an Angel, but she was always the same when she was alive.. Thank you, another time. Have a nice time..  Slainte Iolanda |
| Posted by: Leelee 28-Jun-2008, 12:04 PM |
| Thank you Iolanda, my pleasure My mom is in her early 80's & she has given us a few scares this year. We must cherish our Mum's every moment we have, Mother's Day or no , as we never know when they will be taken from us. Have a great time & will be reading your posts  |
| Posted by: Leelee 10-May-2009, 09:40 AM |
| Of that wonderful mother of mine. The birds never sing but a message they bring Of that wonderful mother of mine. Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me, Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee. I pray every night to our Father above, For that wonderful mother of mine. I ask Him to keep her as long as He can That -- wonderful mother of mine. There are treasures on earth, that made life seem worthwhile, But there's none can compare to my mother's smile. You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine. You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart, 'Till the stars no longer shine. Your soul shall live on forever, On through the fields of time. For there'll never be another to me, Each melodious measure, Oft the teardrops flowing, Oft they flow from my memory's treasure. Author Unknown |
| Posted by: Leelee 10-May-2009, 09:43 AM |
| Devoted to her children and their children, Taken up by quiet tedium: What's left when dreams are scattered to the wind. She loved too well, perhaps, and fought too hard To make a marriage work that wasn't right. She was, of all bright loveliness, a shard Struck off to bring our lives the gift of light. There are those whose lives are shaped by love; Whose pleasures, rich and full, are found in giving; Who make our wild hearts bloom and passions move Into measured fields made lush by living. Without her all the gold's gone from the day; She will be missed far more than we can say. Author Unknown |
| Posted by: Leelee 10-May-2009, 09:46 AM |
| I may at times have made you tear your hair! I set myself apart, but even so Your presence and your love are always there. You are my jail cell and ten-ton door That keeps me from just being who I am. And so I pound the walls and go to war, Ramming all the rules that I can ram. Yet though I must rebel, all the while I know your love's the ground on which I stand. I wait upon the flash of your proud smile And twist inside at every reprimand. I'm sorry for the times I've caused you pain; After these brief storms, love will remain. Author Unknown |
| Posted by: iolanda 11-May-2009, 12:44 PM |
| Beautyful LeeLee, very beautyful and true.... I must do to my first son read it  Thank you very much ! Slàinte  iolanda |
| Posted by: Camac 11-May-2009, 02:45 PM |
| Tis late I know but I would like to say this. My Mother was just a Woman, not well educated, but loved to read. She had an untrained voice but when she sang the angels were envious. She had all the faults and foibles of an ordinary person and a temper that would stop the Devil in his tracks. Married at 18, a Mother at 19, and a Widow at 21. She was born of poor working class folk in Scotland, lived through the depression and World War II. Remarried to a Canadian when I was three and moved to Canada when I was five. She raised me and Loved me and hammered me when I stepped out of line. She was the one who ran the family. She was Catholic and drew great strength and comfort from her Religion and it cut her to the quick when her only son and child walked away from the church, but she understood and forgave. In her 66 years of life she was hurt many times by fate, by an adulterous second husband and by a rebelious son. I loved her and at times I disliked her but she was my MOM and I would give anything just to hear her call in that Scottish brogue"DAVID, time for supper Son" just one more time. If she was right I fervently hope she is with Her God in that place she called Heaven for she deserves it. Camac. |
| Posted by: Leelee 11-May-2009, 04:46 PM | ||||
Thanks iolanda, however I cannot take credit for these poems (Unknown Authors), but I am glad I could share
Thank you Camac for sharing memories of your Mom. According to your memoires, she was a very strong Lady |