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 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 splendor miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.
Helen Steiner Rice
(1900 – 1981)
Photo credit is ...by..Betsy J....of Flickr.com
Vetsy, this is a beautiful poem. The picture of the rose is perfect for this poem, for a mother's love is forever unfolding like the petals of a rose;thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to see you posting again. Hope this is a sign that you have fully recuperated.
That was a beautiful poem. I hope you are recovered from your extractions. It's good to see you in blog-world again.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mya and Deb...Yes I'm much better and happy to be back in swing!
ReplyDeleteHi Vetsy! I hope this post means you're feeling better, and I look forward to seeing how your garden is doing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bumble Lush..I am feeling better and can't wait to post about what's going on in my garden.. I hope by the time Garden blogger's bloom day comes around my weather will be better as well...Brrr! low 40's and 50's with frostbite warnings!
ReplyDeleteWow, that doesn't sound like very spring-like weather! It's funny though, because in DC we too had a weekend of temp's in the 50s. I'm in a sweater and jacket today. Hope our plants pull through!
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