Happy Mother’s Day

A mother’s heart will overflow

With love for all

Upon rest and woe.

With her heart

She loves each little one,

And finds joy,

In each race won.

Her heart does love

The good and bad,

For even when they make her sad,

She finds a reason to stay above,

And goes not mad.

Each day that passes,

Her heart beats faster.

For at times,

The sorrow and frustration

Are very deep and seem

To lack salvation.

But, those little ones grow

With great intentions.

The chaos ensues

And her heart,

With joy,

Responds to each alteration.

And before she realizes

The days of complication

Have passed on to hours of contemplation,

For now she must recognize

That the hours are hers to characterize.

The sacrifice of love

She left behind,

To raise the little ones

Who now have grown

And left her on her own,

To be

More than a heart that bleeds.

 copyright Robyn Graham

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the women in my life who have served as a mother figure, who have inspired me, who have encouraged me, who have supported me, and who have helped me become the woman I am today.  I appreciate your sacrifices of love, of time and of self, for me, as well as, for all people in your lives.

 

Happy Mother’s Day

A few quotes to celebrate all of the amazing women in my life who have inspired me as mothers. 

“A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.”  – Peter De Vries

“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me.  They have clung to me all my life.”  – Abraham Lincoln

“Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.”  – Pearl S. Buck

“All women become like their mothers.  That is their tragedy.  No man does.  That’s his.”   – Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895

“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”  – Washington Irving

 

 

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