Mothers

Mother's breathe on the forehead of her child as they bond.

The first bond and the strongest. One that survives death.

Mother I aspire to be just like you. You ar there during the darkest

Hours of my life as well as the sweetest victories. Our mothers teach us

The Golden Rule for they are the first to love us as we were meant to love one another.

Mothers produce life, giving us the second greatest gift.

God provides the soul but a mother can nuture or kill it.

Mother you have nutured my sould. You have produced a decent

Human being and that is perhaps the most wonderfull additional gift,

One being can give another.

I love you!