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Motherly Love Written by: Jon (Jon), Janis A. Dizon (FaShaBaby), Bisa (Bisa), Netta (NettaJack), Son of Eve (Son of Eve), Jacquii (JacquiiC) The beautiful grace of unsurpassable wisdom, love beauty and strength molded into a three part harmony, not overshadowed and certainly not selfish, gracious beyond all points of return. You can see her bowed down in constant prayer, beseeching her God Seeking angels to act as watchers and protectors; (you can feel her heart beating for them) Mankind's first teacher, they will learn beyond ABCs and Mathematics She grabs on to faith and fervently hope they grow better and wiser than she She kisses the hurts and massages the aching with motherly love that heals instantly. She watches as time proves her right as she embraces her status with God. The mist above her brow cools her. Sometime even soothes her as she bear witness to a part of her she may behold as her own. Pains of labour gone...to her -will, strength and endurance...belong. She, like the elements of earth and time, influences my thoughts, my beliefs, my comings and my goings. Even when she is not with me I hear her voice, I see her face and I know. She is as much a part of me as I am the blessed part that came from her. The greatest gift given me in this life is my ability to pass her on to my offspring. Thank God for that. Thank God indeed for motherhood. For love that permeates throughout neighbourhoods In my daily prayers I thank mine for my birth. Surely the closest thing to God�s love here on earth. The concern and number of private tears. Love that continues to grow year after year. I will appreciate the lessons learnt as parenthood finally takes its place. It�s the memories I know I can�t erase. ...Thus the knowledge from the nest of sewing seed, fulfilling needs: Mother And the shell she tender caressed, And the love... And the love: Mother She who unconditional sharing rests like a hand upon supple bosom: Mother She who's bound, her bond like none other daring to touch the nether regions of your soul whether subtle, always gold, gracious; faithful elements of forever loving her child: Mother. Beware the furrow of her brow. |
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