……………to my mom as well as GB’s mom, Sree’s mom who both look upon me as one of their own, my dearest AA, AT, BS, CI, CP, DK, FV, GG, JK, JMS, JT, RK, my sil, aunts, my cousin-sisters from far and near, wonderful spouses of Michael, TDPP’s new friend Dr. AK and to……..
AK and G3: two amazing and inspiring young women who give so much meaning to motherhood without begetting a child of their own. TDPP’s Special Salute To You Both!!
My Mother Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My mother. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby And rocked me that I should not cry? My mother. Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping in my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye And wept, for fear that I should die? My mother. Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the part to make it well? My mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray, To love God's holy word and day, And walk in wisdom's pleasant way? My mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee Who wast so very kind to me,- My mother. Oh no, the thought I cannot bear; And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward thy care, My mother. When thou art feeble, old and gray, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My mother. Ans when I see thee hang thy head, 'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed, And tears of sweet affection shed,- My mother. by Jane Taylor
To All Mothers