Lensa SMKTTJ: mother

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

I Love You Mum

You are such an inspiration to me,

I look to you and see wisdom and strength.

I see gentleness and courage,

hope and determination.

Mum, you represent all that's best about my world,

the good, the inspiring and that determined spirit of yours.

I watch you and learn, and believe I too can be a mom,
like you, for my own daughter.

I hope and pray that one day, she will look at me and

see some of the values that you instilled in me.

Thank You Mom

For every plaster and tear wiped away,

for every meal lovingly prepared,

for every day you took me to the school gate,

for covering up your pain to smile at me,

for allowing me to falter, fall and grow

Thanks Mom!

For your belief in who I could become,
for your love of who I am, always,
for times spent on your knee, hearing stories,
for giving up your dreams, to mother me,
for being everything I needed as a child.
Thanks Mom!