& I told her

thank you for creating

human life because her son is

the greatest part of mine.

& I gave her

pictures of her son and I,

so she knows she made those toothful grins

come to life.

& I could never tell her

thank you enough

for giving birth to her son

If I didn't have him,

I’m not quite sure who I’d become.

& I could tell her

she raised him well to respect

and believe in girls like myself.

& I think she already knows

as a mother, she didn’t fail

her son is identical to

a guardian angel.

& all mothers like her should be told

they are special even more so on a regular day.

Think about what they do for the world; it’s a miracle.

& all mothers I have to say

thanks a billion times

for having endured the aches and pains

of childbirth it’s truly superhuman skills.

& all mothers who haven’t been told

Your beloved, I say you are a billion times

because you are responsible

for having created a human life.

How can a weak woman act like a shield for a clumsy girl like me?

I just wanna ask this question. I know how u have acted like a scared cat throughout ur life. But how come u turned into a wild tigress to protect me? I envy you.

I admire you.

I love you.

Thanks for

Being in my life

Raising

Loving me.

U r my Universe.

she used to sing me to sleep,

her lullabies soothing

my chronic anxiety

an affliction since birth

Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine

her voice was clear and strong,

fit for an angel choir

and as i drifted off, i dreamed

that one day, mine would be, too

Baby, I'll take care of you, I'll never let you down

No harm will ever come to you as long as I'm around

I am not afraid of what people say or do

The only thing I fear is being here without you

sometimes i sing these old songs to myself

when i can't sleep at night

remembering being wrapped

in my mother's strong arms

the arms that carried me

away from abusive homes

and held me up when i felt like

i couldn't stand on my own

and the tears fall freely as i realize

that never again will i

rest my head close to her heart

forever apart

mother of mine.

When I think about her,

My eyes go all blur,

A thought takes over my mind,

And I become blind...

Blinded by her love,

Ah, so pretty like a dove,

A shoulder to cry on,

A friendship to rely on.

Pampered by her care,

Her warmth so rare,

Strength to hide behind

When fear takes over my mind

Every day she grows a bit older,

But the same strength on her shoulder,

She gets some white hair,

But, smile still full of glare.

God moulded her heart of gold,

She is so caring yet so bold.

She is the shining star in my life,

Not only is she a great mother,

But an excellent wife.

Honoring you

is what I do

day in, day out.

There is no doubt,

at least for me,

that love is free

and it's in love,

strength from above,

that I honor

you, my mother.

You see that woman whose smile is lighting up the room?

Do you know that woman whose magical hands are the cause of the fragrance that fills the air?

Hey, have you met that woman? Who is willing to sacrifice anything and everything for her family?

That selfless, gorgeous and talented woman? That's my mother, ladies and gentlemen.

Did you know I have fought with that woman all my life?

Can you imagine her shrill voice scold you from across the living room?

Have you heard that she's very picky about where each object is positioned in that very living room?

Are you aware of what she does when something is not where she left it? Of how upset she becomes?

I do, because that's my mother, ladies and gentlemen.

You do realize that despite all that, she is one of the purest forms of heaven on earth, right?

Would you be able to empathise with her decision to disregard her career in hopes of giving her baby the best childhood possible?

Do you know about all that she has had to deal with? The bitter fights with her only child, the long arguments with her husband or the lack of gratitude for all she does?

Can you believe that she's been so consistent at being an angel that there is no instance where I can criticize her?

I can't do either- believe it or criticize her. That's my mother, ladies and gentlemen.

So, in short, the woman over there? The life of the party?

You know by now that she's an angel, right?

Are you able to understand all that she and every mother on this planet do for their children?

Will you ever be able to fully express your gratitude to them? Will you ever be able to criticize that woman?

Me neither. That's my mother, ladies and gentlemen.

I love my mom so much. She does so much for me that I can barely describe my thanks. She pays for my dance class, makes me dinner, and so much more. I wish I showed more gratitude. I hope she knows that I love her more than I will ever tell her. Everyone please do something special for your mom today she deserves it. I love my mom and yo