Archive for May, 2008

Tribute to Mom

Posted: May 10, 2008 in mi familia, mi vida loca, Snaps
As I was browsing around, looking for the RIGHT picture, I stumbled upon this old photograph of Mom & me. There were very few pictures of me sitting on mom’s lap, most were of me sulking — being the little stubborn brat, I was then, maybe still am! So, as you can see, I have decided to post it here as I hope it will remind me of the sacrifices she has made and the values she instilled in me. She is my rock, my friend and most of all my mom. Thanks Mom.
Poems I found online. How I wish I could pour out my feelings on paper as well as these.
MUM
A mum is a rose,
whose petals are soft …
A mum is a lily,
whose stem is tall & strong …
A mum is a person,
who is NEVER wrong …
A mum is a person,
you should LOVE forever …
Trust her, believe her & never doubt her.
FOR MOMS
By: Del “Abe” Jones
She was there at the beginning
When the world was new to you –
She was there to turn to happy times
Those when, you were hurt or blue.

She was there to listen to your thoughts
And when you asked, to give advice –
She was there to tell you, “Those don’t match!”
Or, “Hon, you sure look nice.”

She was there with you at nighttime
To help you say your prayers _
She was there to tell you, “It’s alright.”
When you had a dream that scares.

She was there at morning time
To get you up and out of bed –
She was there when you didn’t feel good (or did)
To say, “You’d best stay home, instead.”

She was there when you were hungry
And when you had those dirty clothes –
She was there when you needed her
(How she knew? Only heaven knows.)

She was there at the beginning
And she’ll be there your whole life through –
She’ll be there in your mind and heart
Just like a mother is supposed to do.


M-O-T-H-E-R
“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me.
–Howard Johnson (c. 1915)