(courtesy SOCPA)Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
On the occasion of Mother’s Day I would like to share with you a very innocent poem written by Christina Rossetti when she was just 11 years old. This was her first poem.
MY MOTHER
To-day’s your natal day,
Sweet flowers I bring;
Mother, accept, I pray,
My offering.
And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.
I would like to dedicate this post to my mother to whom I owe everything I have - the be all and end all of my little world.
This heart, my own dear mother, bends,
With love's true instinct, back to thee!
~Thomas Moore