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God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.' -- Jewish proverb

Miss you so much mam, wish you were still here and love you. xxxxx

Mum wish i had more time with you. Miss you lots and i will always hold you close to my heart. xxxxxxxxx

Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret love outlives them all.' ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr

My 6 year old likes to watch the home videos we made of the family when they were tiny. She was watching it tonight - there on the screen at her 1st birthday party (in 2001) was my Mum........ it hit me really hard........ we lost her in August 2003 & it still hurts like hell............... Ails x

A Mother is a woman who shows you the light when you just see dark.

You gave me life You gave me love Now you watch over me from above from me Kim x

I hate mothers day now!

Sheesh.......smlie...she's smiling down on youxx;0))

A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary. Dorothy Canfield Fisher

Thanks Hays :-) Its just that the day makes me feel so much more what ive lost!!

I miss you i love you everyday i think about you wat can i say i will never forget you you will always be there happy mothers day kelly

Cheers Hayley Just gone outside and had a boo! lol But I do that quite often anyway and my mum's been gone 12 years now!! Think it's something to do the the photo I have of her in a fridge magnet frame, sure her expression changes when I have done something wrong, she knew me too well!! lol Kim x :)

Not a poem Mrs P, hope you don't mind xxxx Snowdrops and daffodils, butterflies and bees Sail boats and fishermen, things of the sea Wishing wells, wedding bells, early morning dew All kinds of everything reminds me of you Seagulls and areoplanes, things of the sky Winds that go howling, breezes that sigh City sights, neon lights, grey skies or blue All kinds of everything reminds me of you Summer time, winter time, spring and autumn too Monday, tuesday, everyday I think of you Dances, romances, things of the night Sunshine and holidays, postcards to write Budding trees, autumn leaves, a snowflake or two All kinds of everything reminds me of you Summer time winter time spring and autumn too Seasons will never change the way that I love you Dances, romances, things of the night Sunshine and holidays, postcards to write Budding trees, autumn leaves, a snowflake or two All kinds of everything reminds me of you All kinds of everything reminds me of you Happy Mothers Day xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A MOTHER'S LOVE A Mother's love is something that no on can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . . It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . . It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . . It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . . A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand. ~Helen Steiner Rice~

flowers cards hugs and gifts all of these are on my list i want to show you how much i care i know love is with you everywhere i send my love and kisses too and cry alot of tears for you oh mum i wish i could be with you on this day mothering sunday carolina xx

Mother This is a truly beautiful piece please read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure... The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.' But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, 'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.' Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.' And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.' So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.' And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength.' And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.' And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.' And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them.' And the children said, 'You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.' And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.......' 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. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death! In Memory of Emily 04/07/1922 - 20/02/2006 a mother, grandmother and great grandmother, sadly missed by us allxx

Carol............thank you for that...TRULY BEAUTIFUL. C's nan?x

I know this is long....but so worth reading....its my favxx Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom? 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him. 'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will, but that's O.K.'....... Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?'. 'All women cry for no reason,' was all his Dad could say...... The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked 'God, why do women cry so easily?' GOD answered...... 'When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort... I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining.... I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.... She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.... I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.... I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.... For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and ! it is her only weakness.... When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good. She is specialx

You were there when we took our first steps, And went unsteadily across the floor. You pushed and prodded: encouraged and guided, Until our steps took us out the door... You worry now 'Are they ok?' Is there more you could have done? As we walk the paths of our unknown You wonder'Where have my children gone?' Where we are is where you have led us, With your special love you showed us a way, To believe in ourselves and the decisions we make. Taking on the challenge of life day-to-day. And where we go you can be sure, In spirit you shall never be alone. For where you are is what matters most to us, Because to us that will always be home...