Dedicated this to our beloved MUM in SMKTTJ n world...

Happy Mother's Day to my dear Mum,

Author of my personality:

Pleased, I hope, with what you read in me;

Pleased, I hope, with episodes to come.

Yet now I, too, would get some pleasure from

Making you the book in which I see,

Of all the players in my family,

The central character, whom I would plumb.

How beautiful to move in that direction!

Each to each a separate source of pleasure,

Reading in the other's happiness,

'Mid much description, underlying love.

So would we deepen the connection,

Discovering new passages to treasure

As we follow time towards tenderness,

Yearning for what years unread will prove.

Make for me a place within your heart

On which I can depend. For only you

Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,

Home through all the wanderings of my years,

Eden that no other can renew,

Root I cannot rend through rage or art

Mommy, I love you

For all that you do.

I'll kiss you and hug you

'Cause you love me, too.

You feed me and need me

To teach you to play,

So smile 'cause I love you

On this Mother's Day

Our mother is the sweetest and

Most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise

Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful

But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise

As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,

A bubbling, laughing spring

That runs through all like liquid light

And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower

And trees to choicest fruit.

She is at once the field and bower

In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,

Our freedom and our past.

With her we launch our daring ships

Yet keep the things that last

For all that you have given me,

I can return but love. For you

Bound up the wounds I did not see

And gave me hopes and passions new.

I can return but love for you,

Whose unmoved faith my heart did move,

And gave me hopes and passions new,

And loved me till I turned to love.

Whose unmoved faith did my heart move?

The mother of my heart, not blood,

Who loved me till I turned to love.

And I became the soul I would.

The mother of my heart, not blood,

Bound up the wounds I did not see.

And I became the soul I would

For all that you have given me