A Mother's love is something
that no on 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 forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
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 God's tender guiding hand.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
Every mother should try to create a mental proximity to the child, love to the core, with an aim to development.. kuttikal shariyaya pathayil pokunnathinu ammamar nalla panku vahikkunnunt for she is like a potter, who shapes the pots and creates it..
ReplyDeleteThe purest form of love is the Mother's love towards her child..She carried us in her womb overcoming all the sufferings and bearing the pain while giving birth..She gives love and care in bountiful without expecting anything in return...her presence heels our travails..Oo my mother i bow before you...I love you a lot...!!
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