Don't Grow Up Child

"A short message of safety-wishes and 'God bless you' from a mother, during the wee hours, is one of life's great joys.."

One of life's great forms of love on earth is that of a mother's. It can somehow be described to a certain extent as the worldly form of how God loved us. It is one universal language that every child recognizes and understands. It is so pure that not even time can change; transcending age - that to her eyes, a son will always be that same child she delivered and carried in her arms, that same child she trusted to stand when he falls and who she's more than prepared to catch when he falls back.

An Ode To A Parent

In the darkest of nights
and the brighest of days;
in the warmth of summer
and the coldest of grey...
She carried a life
in the noblest of ways .

... to be continued.

A short message of safety-wishes and 'God bless you' from a mother, during the wee hours, is one of life's great joys..

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ne of life's great forms of love on earth is that of a mother's. It can somehow be described to a certain extent as the worldly form of how God loved us. It is one universal language that every child recognizes and understands. It is so pure that not even time can change; transcending age - that to her eyes, a son will always be that same child she delivered and carried in her arms, that same child she trusted to stand when he falls and who she's more than prepared to catch when he falls back.