A Mother's Love
A mother's love is something
that no one 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 foresaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking ...
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condems
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 Life's tender quiding hand.
A child learns what he lives
If a child lives with criticism,
he learns to condem.
If a child lives with hostility,
he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule,
he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame,
he learns to feel guilt.
If a child lives with tolerance,
he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement,
he learns confidence.
If a child lives with fairness,
he learns justice.
If a child lives with security,
he learns faith.
If a child lives with approval,
he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship,
he learns to find love in the world.
Who Done It ... ?
When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me arse was wed
Me Mudder.
Who took me from me cosy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee if i could not
Me Mudder.
And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum
Me Mudder.
Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart
Me Mudder.
Who looked at me with eyebrow knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me sunday pants me shit
Me Mudder.
When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peak
Who yelled at me to go to sleep
Me Farver ...
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