Just For Mom

Mom, one of the sweetest words representing the most coveted titles that we place upon the woman who is so important in our lives. In honor of her, we celebrate our Mother in all her goodness, strength and support we are blessed to receive from her. We walk in Mother's garden where love blooms eternal.

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
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
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
The soft grace of your smile;
And every wind of fortune bears
The scent of your caress.

Royal Mom
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Behold the mother with her newborn child!
An icon of a hope that never dies.
Death may label all we cherish lies,
Yet this love lies too deep to be defiled.
We clear an inner field where fate has smiled,
Letting play the pleasures of surmise,
Holding back all contrary replies,
As though our thoughts might turn the winters mild.
Despite the well-known travesties of time,
Each time a child is born we dream anew,
For only thus our losses are regained.
Though we must share the destiny of slime,
No passion in our palette is more true
Than that which cradles innocence unstained.

My Mother My Best Friend
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For me, two mothers aren't one too many:
One's for real, and one's for other things.
Remember: there are those who haven't any,
Missing their one chance at angel's wings.
You're the one most free to mother me,
Giving without worrying I'll be spoiled.
Often my real mother "has to see,"
Dreading I might get my future soiled.
More than just an aunt, what's in your heart
Opens doors within where I can go
To learn the difficult and gentle art
Happiness embraces those who know.
Each moment that you love me makes me whole:
Rare is she who can so grace a role.

Mom Prettiest Flower in the Garden
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How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.

Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.

How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.

And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum

Of gratitude and love.

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