Ode To My Mother.....

My Mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast

And hushed me in her arms to rest,

And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?

My mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,

Who was it sung sweet lullaby

And rocked me that I should not cry?

My mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head

When sleeping in my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye

And wept, for fear that I should die?

My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the part to make it well?

My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,

To love God's holy word and day,

And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?

My mother.

And can I ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to thee

Who wast so very kind to me,

My mother

Oh no, the thought I cannot bear;

And if God please my life to spare

I hope I shall reward thy care,

My mother.

When thou art feeble, old and gray,

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My mother

And when I see thee hang thy head,

'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed,-

My mother.

~Jane Taylor ~

                      I've Watched

I've watched you on your journey,

through laughter and through pain,

My eyes were ever watchful as

you've walked through sun and rain.

I've seen you spread your wings

with the promise of the dove,

My heart keeps constant vigil

only through these eyes of love.

Through eyes that see your goodness,

through eyes that bring you praise,

Through vision ever ready to

guide you through your days.

I've watched you crossing bridges,

I've seen you miss a turn,

But always, through these eyes

of love I knew that you would learn.

My eyes showed disappointment

at times along the way,

But I've realized through these

mother's eyes the judgments do not stay.

If ever you should see that my

eyes are bathed in tears,

Don't be concerned, don't be afraid,

it happens through the years...

For smiling eyes need cleansing

to clear away debris,

'Cause only through these eyes of love

can mothers really see.

~ author unknown ~

Mother, I Will Always Love You

Much More than You Will Ever Know

In my solitary moments, Mother,

I often take the time to reflect on you,

and I realize that being a mother

is a lifelong commitment to selflessness.

I think that motherhood must be

the most difficult commitment to pursue,

as more often than not,

it requires much more giving than receiving.

The rewards of this commitment

seem to be so very few,

and the demands so very great.

Few children, and I am one of them,

ever take the opportunity to view the

realities of motherhood.

Oftentimes, I am so caught up in my own life

that I fail to realize that I am never alone

in any emotion.

For each moment of joy I experience,

there is a silent joy shared by you, my mother,

along with a silent prayer of thanks to God

for the blessing He has given me, your child.

Behind each tear shed and each hurt felt,

there is a silent tear shed and a silent hurt

felt deep inside your heart.

It's strange that these silent emotions

are never readily apparent,

but they are always behind your words

of encouragement, wisdom,

understanding, and faith

that there will be a better tomorrow awaiting me.

I also have silent emotions;

mine are the prayers of thanks to God

that I hold deep within my heart

whenever I reflect upon you, my mother.

I will always love you much more

than you will ever know.

Catherine I. DiGirogio

Mother,it takes a long time

for a person to grow, to mature,

and to really understand

what life is all about.

Perhaps that is why

it is only now that I have begun

to really conceive of

how much you have given me,

how hard you have worked,

how often you have laughed,

strived, cried, ached, rejoiced,

and smiled ....... all for me!

I know I may not have shown it

as often as I should have,

but the things you have done

have meant more to me than

anything ever has.

I wonder if the words..

"Thank You"

        and

"I Love You"

could possibly say all that I feel

for you?

Kristine Jackson

This page is dedicated to my beloved mother....

Wanda L. Wikoff.... and her unconditional love for me

Your Mother Is Always With You...

Your mother is always with you..

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She's crystallized in every tear drop.

She's the place you came from, your first home...

She's the map you follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart break...

and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time,  Not space...

Not even death...

will ever separate you from your mother...

You carry her inside of you..

~Author Unknown ~