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To Mother
There was a place in childhood
That I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone Bright fairy tales did tell, And gentle words and fond embrace Were given, with joy, to me, When I was in that happy place Upon my mother’s knee. When fairy tales were ended, “Good night,” she softly said, And kissed and laid me down to sleep Within my tiny bed; And Holy words she taught me there – Methinks I yet can see, Her angel eyes, as close I knelt Beside my mother’s knee. In the sickness of my childhood, The perils of my prime, The sorrows of my riper years, The cares of every time… When doubt and danger weighed me down – Then pleading, all for me, It was a fervent prayer to Heaven That bent my mother’s knee. And can I this remember, And e’er forget to prove The glow of holy gratitude – The fullness of my love? When thou art feeble, mother, Come rest thy arm on me. And let thy cherished child Support the aged mother’s knee. Samuel Lover (19th cent. Irish poet) |
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Maybe not having loving parents is the reason my personality is so messed up. :D |
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we do not have a great relationship and probably never will, but I am now a grown person and have become a Christian (Which she highly resented) so with the help of the Lord, I now visit her and try to help her out whenever I can, after all she still is my mother. So I hope that eventually you and your mother will reach a civil kind of relationship. |
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I sure had a precious Mama and I wish I could still talk with her and give her a big hug. :hug4 My precious angel went to be with her Jesus 30 years ago this November. I miss her terribly. |
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