On December 16, 1927.. My beautiful Momma was born.. She is in Texas, but I talk to her all the time.Hopefully, She will come to visit us in the spring. She doesn't like to travel in the winter..Too cold for her. I sent her a gift that arrived a few days ago.. I called her this morning... She is doing fine..
Mom, I found this poem for you..I hope you like it..
A Mother's Love Determines How....
A mother's love determines how
We love ourselves and others.
There is no sky we'll ever see
Not lit by that first love.
Stripped of love, the universe
Stripped of love, the universe
Would drive us mad with pain;
But we are born into a world
That greets our cries with joy.
How much I owe you for the kiss
How much I owe you for the kiss
That told me who I was!
The greatest gift--a love of life--
Lay laughing in your eyes.
Because of you my world still has
Because of you my world still has
The soft grace of your smile;
And every wind of fortune bears
The scent of your caress.
by Turlough O'Carolan
1 comment:
So, so true!! A mother really shapes you into the kind of woman you become!! Sounds like yours is great!
Happy Birthday to Songbird's Mom!
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