My Mother’s 3rd Death Anniversary 30th July
Posted in Friends, Love on 07/29/2010 11:50 am by rao aelbeena
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.
My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
My Mother is always with me…. She’s the whisper of the leaves as I am walk down the street. She’s the cool and on my brow when I am not well. My Mother lives inside my laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
MUMMA Misssssssssssssssssssssssss uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
“ALBS”