So kind of you to bring me into this life,
You're a strong mother and a loving wife.
I asked for nothing in return, yet everything I got,
I'm nothing without the gifts you gave,
That others would have simply forgot.
A dog is a man's best friend, but that's simply not true,
'Cause my best friend is a mother in the shape of you.
You raised me well, and I inherited the good,
You're the one who always understood.
For I wouldn't be breathing and living my time,
Without your bravery, I'm lucky to call you a mother of mine.
For I see fields of blossoms, marching in pink,
All my chapters are together through the joy you link.
You're the rock that keeps me strong,
Your existence I will forever long.
You're a soothing song that I so dearly play,
I will remember your kindness every second of every day.
You're a painting that bursts into a million different meanings,
You look after me and give me all the good feelings.
The day I lose you in the mist of God,
My grief won't be sadness, but the longing will be strong.
I'll celebrate the moments that you will miss,
As I know you'll be watching, giving me one final kiss.
Who's love is compared
to that of a life manual?
One who wakes up
at any sound you make.
One who stays up all night
Rocking you to sleep.
One who cries behind closed doors ,
But put on a façade in my presence,
One who Is worth more than anything.
One who gave me this thing called life.
Who am I not to honour my mother?
Weather rich or poor,
She will always be my mother.
She is the one who takes
the place of others
but her place can never
be filled by anyone.
Her heart as pure as snow,
In her warmth I find hope,
In her warmth I find peace.
In her word I find wisdom.
In her word I find knowledge.
She whom your smile is her
Utmost joy and happiness.
Every prayer she says is a blessing,
Everything she touches is gold.
A queen in her own kingdom.
An angel with glorious wings.
A beauty beyond imagination.
The bravest of all.
She who walks through storms and lightning with high heads.
Fight battle with love,
Nurture with patient,
And love with tenderness.
Take a moment to celebrate her,
Cause she deserves to be celebrated.
More and more,
Over and over.
She deserves to be happy
like the rock for the centipede
or the shell for the hermit
take refuge under the moon
as the world goes quiet.
with silence like a serpent
taking shelter from the wet ground
anchor in gratitude
for the day that was had.
amidst your silenced tongue
there are sentences waiting to be spoken.
amongst your alienated adversities
awaits acceptance.
O God, we celebrate what you have done:
The wonder of your kindnesses and grace;
The goodness Jesus shows to everyone
Whom he’s redeemed from Satan’s tight embrace.
Our longing, hungry hearts you satisfy;
You free us from our prisons of remorse.
You calm the raging storms that terrify;
With grateful courage we can stay the course.
Your wondrous kindness when we cry in need
Delivers us from sickness and from death.
It’s caused our feeble efforts to succeed;
It gives us time to rest and catch our breath.
For this extraordinary charity,
We’ll give you thanks for all eternity.
One smile of the orient
More its pearl, prized.
Agleam as tis, with a lustre
Moon-soft. Moon-sized.
If charmed which depth up from out
Is heart's warmest
For spoke technique no new tool used;
But this; oldest.
It's unfair to assume total apathy
when good people always listened
and have worked behind the scenes
night and day tiring themselves out
to try and make the world brighter
in the only way that they know how.
100 Words About You
By Gregory L.
They gave me one hundred words to tell the world of you,
I knew before I started that a hundred wouldn’t do.
I wasted three on “I love you”—too common for something this rare,
Spent ten describing your beauty, then wished I had them to spare.
I burned through twenty on your smile, still never caught its light,
Spent fifteen on the peace you bring that lets my soul sleep at night.
Twelve tried explaining why your touch can feel just like home,
Yet without you, every word felt alone.
I spent ninety-nine describing everything that makes you shine,
Then saved the final word to thank God you are—
Mine.
We write for our thoughts are many
And hope to turn them into art,
For either full or hollow we all have sorrow
That strikes at the strings of our heart
We read for one life is too little,
At times unfulfilling, disappointing, a bore
But in books I’m alive, in escaping I thrive,
For we make history with stories, with lore.
We laugh for our joy is so fleeting,
We cry for our pain is so vast,
But there’s ample blessing for release through expressing
And knowing that this too shall pass
We love for it’s what we were made for,
Passion was meant to be more than a drive,
Our pre-destined souls need much more to be whole,
Need each other to feel more alive.
We look at the stars to feel wonder
To look up at something that makes us feel small
Their sparkling and twinkling lead us into thinking
That we don’t really matter at all.
We pray for our hearts yearn for something,
Something that this world does not have in store,
Because that kind of love only comes from above
With a promise that we’ll receive more.
I am grateful for learning early the meaning of wealth…
and grateful more people are learning this everyday….
How wealth is not measured by what and how much we have to keep…
but by what and how much we are willing to give away
I am grateful through the years
for all those who have shown me generosity…
Those still living…and those already gone…
For allowing me to experience
the wonderful feeling when receiving their generosity
as well as the pleasure of passing it on.
I am grateful for all the people I’ve met…
Who have helped me with these three principles
to keep in touch…
How you can never laugh too hard
never sing too loudly
and never love too much.
I am grateful wherever I have lived
how within me the feeling of home is strong…
It’s the place I love and I am loved…
It’s where I know that I belong.
For my friends and family
who even though they’ve passed…
or there’s a distance between us of many miles…
I’m grateful I have stored within my mind
the memory of their smiles.
When it came to love…
I am grateful for the sun and the moon…
for helping two people find…
the one
The one whose voce reminds them of the moonlight
and whose smile awakens memories of the sun.
I am grateful for all the memories I’ve made…
all the memories made over all these many years….
From the ones that make me light up with laughter
To the ones that bring me to tears.
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