| St Aiden's Mother's Day Special Dedications |
| To My Mother Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of 'Mother,' Therefore by that dear name I long have called you -- You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother -- my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. ~Edgar Allan Poe~ |
| Mother Of Great Worth I wish I could find the words And hope you understand Words of love and appreciation How I think you are so grand. Although not my mother by birth You're my mother of great worth Just know how valuable you are And when I say how much I care. I know God sent you to me As I was in desperate need Someone to share a mother's love And treat me as a precious child. Thank you Mother for your love Asking God to watch and hover Caring for me while here on earth And keep me safe in His arms. It's meant from the depth of my heart. When I say how much I love you For you are a God sent blessing Thank you mother...I so appreciate ~Malta DEC 2004~ (for adoptive mothers) |
| For All Mothers This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they keep crying and won't stop. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at home. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. May God bless you! |
| MORE THAN A MOTHER When God set the world in place, When He hung the stars up in space, When He made the land and the sea, Then He made you and me. He sat back and saw all that was good, He saw things to be as they should. Just one more blessing He had in store; He created a mother, but whatever for? He knew a mother would have a special place To shine His reflection on her child's face. A mother will walk the extra mile Just to see her children smile. She'll work her fingers to the bone To make a house into a home. A mother is there to teach and guide, A mother will stay right by your side. She'll be there through your pain and strife, She'll stay constant in your life. A mother will lend a helping hand Until you have the strength to stand. She'll pick you up when you are down, When you need a friend she'll stick around. A mother is one who listens well, Will keep her word; will never tell. A mother never pokes or pries But stands quietly by your side, Giving you the strength you need, Encouraging you to succeed. A mother is one who can be strong When you need someone to lean on. You're more than a mother to me; A reflection of Him in your face I see, A love that knows no boundaries. I'm glad that you chose to be All this and more to me. You share a love that knows no end, You're more than my mother, You are my friend. ~By Kari Keshmiry~ A POEM FOR MY MOTHER I miss you so much, Your laugh, your smile, your touch. You always brightened my days With all the smiles you sent my way. I need you as my angel To always be at my side. I need you as my angel To give me peace of mind. I like to think your near to me To know that you are there. Even though I can not see you, I feel that you are near. Please do not forget me mom, For you are always in my heart, My thoughts and prayers. I love you. ~By Shari M. Blom~ AND GRANDMA'S TOO... "While we honour all our mothers With words of love and praise. While we tell about their goodness And their kind and loving ways. We should also think of Grandma, she's a mother too, you see.... For she mothered my dear mother As my mother mothers me." ~Author Unknown~ |
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