I love you mama

[M.A.S]

here are some words explain how our mothers are really warmhearted.



When you were one year old

She bathed & fed you

You thanked her by crying

the whole night

When you were two years old

She taught you how to walk You

thanked her by running

away when she called you

When you were three years old

She bought you nice dishes

You thanked her by

throwing the plates on the floor

When you were four years old

She gave you a pen to draw

You thanked her by painting the walls

When you were five years old

She dressed you in the best attire

You thanked her by dirtying the cloth



When you were six years old

She registered you in school

You thanked her by yelling

that you don’t want to go to school

When you were ten years old

she waited for you to come back to

school so that she could hug you

You thanked her by running to your room

When you were fifteen years old

She cried when you passed

in your studies

You thanked her by asking

for a new car


When you were twenty years old

She wished to visit her close relatives

You thanked her by staying

at home with your friends

When you were twenty five years old

She helped you to get married

You thanked her by living

far away from her

When you were thirty years old

She gave you some advice on children

You thanked her by asking her

not to interfere with your business


When you were thirty five years old

She invited you to a meal with her

You thanked her by telling

her that you are busy these days

When you were forty years old

She told you that she is sick

and needs your care

You thanked her by complaining

her that parents problem

are handled by their children

One day

she will leave this world

and her love for you

will never leave her heart

If your mother is still with you

don’t leave her

never forget her love for you

and work hard to please her

because

you only have one mother in this life



to be honest with you, i cry when i read these words

I love you mama :-4

[Odie]

shame on whoever wrote that poem:-5

[Bryn Mawr]

That poem tells it all - another one I like is :-

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four,

I was not much more.

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

But now I am Six,

I'm as clever as clever,

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.



With thanks to A.A.Milne and Winnie the Pooh.

[M.A.S]

Odie;1307515 wrote: shame on whoever wrote that poem:-5


:-2 whey??



Bryn Mawr;1307517 wrote: That poem tells it all - another one I like is :-

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four,

I was not much more.

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

But now I am Six,

I'm as clever as clever,

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.



With thanks to A.A.Milne and Winnie the Pooh.


that poem is nice too.

I'll be six now for ever and ever

[Odie]

When you were thirty five years old

She invited you to a meal with her

You thanked her by telling

her that you are busy these days



the entire poem was an insult to a mother who had tried all her life to give her best.

did no one really read it?



When you were thirty years old

She gave you some advice on children

You thanked her by asking her

not to interfere with your business



When you were twenty years old

She wished to visit her close relatives

You thanked her by staying

at home with your friends

[Bryn Mawr]

Odie;1307622 wrote: When you were thirty five years old

She invited you to a meal with her

You thanked her by telling

her that you are busy these days



the entire poem was an insult to a mother who had tried all her life to give her best.

did no one really read it?



When you were thirty years old

She gave you some advice on children

You thanked her by asking her

not to interfere with your business



When you were twenty years old

She wished to visit her close relatives

You thanked her by staying

at home with your friends


Read it the other way, rather than as an insult to the mother as a condemnation of the child.

It is a comment on how many children fail to appreciate their mothers until it is too late and an exhortation for them to change their ways.

[Mustang]

Bryn Mawr;1307628 wrote: Read it the other way, rather than as an insult to the mother as a condemnation of the child.

It is a comment on how many children fail to appreciate their mothers until it is too late and an exhortation for them to change their ways.


Exactly Bryn!

Everyone is so busy getting on with their own life, they sometimes forget to make time for their parents.

It's a poem that's food for thought!

[ZAP]

Bryn Mawr;1307628 wrote: Read it the other way, rather than as an insult to the mother as a condemnation of the child.

It is a comment on how many children fail to appreciate their mothers until it is too late and an exhortation for them to change their ways.


That's the way I read it and I believe the way the author intended it. Not as an insult but as a lament, a regret.

[Odie]

Mustang;1307636 wrote: Exactly Bryn!

Everyone is so busy getting on with their own life, they sometimes forget to make time for their parents.

It's a poem that's food for thought!


exactly.

[ZAP]

Here's something I wrote for my mother several years ago.



MOTHER’S DAY

Does She Know?

I would like for my mother to know that I miss her when I’m away. I’m never able to spend Mother’s Day with her and honor her on her special day. Does she know that I think about her and miss her, not just on this day, but every day?

Does she know that I think about her and all the special things she did for us? The sacrifices she made, the things she did without, in order for us to have a better life? Does she know that I remember the little sacks of candy that she would buy when she went grocery shopping every Saturday night, even though she probably couldn’t really afford a sack of candy each week. Then she would ask me to divide it into piles for my brothers and me. I always asked her if I should make one for her and she always answered the same, “Oh, if there’s an uneven number, I’ll have a piece.”

Does she know that I know that she scrimped and saved from one Christmas to the next so she would be able to buy us Christmas presents?

Does she know I loved the little dresses and pinafores that she sewed lovingly, for her only daughter, her only little girl?

Does she know that even though I mean to write more often she’s still in my thoughts and in my heart? Does she know that I appreciate and love her, even when I get so busy with everyday things that I don’t take the time to get out the paper and pen and tell her all the things I feel?

Does she know that I carry thoughts in my mind and feelings in my heart about her goodness, her honesty, her fairness—things that have helped to shape me into the person I am? Does she know that some of her integrity has been passed on to me and my children and their children and that some of her goodness will live in all of us forever?

So, to my mother, from all of us . . . thank you and we will love you always.

Happy Mother's Day to those of you celebrating tomorrow.

[M.A.S]

Zapata;1308861 wrote: Here's something I wrote for my mother several years ago.



MOTHER’S DAY

Does She Know?

I would like for my mother to know that I miss her when I’m away. I’m never able to spend Mother’s Day with her and honor her on her special day. Does she know that I think about her and miss her, not just on this day, but every day?

Does she know that I think about her and all the special things she did for us? The sacrifices she made, the things she did without, in order for us to have a better life? Does she know that I remember the little sacks of candy that she would buy when she went grocery shopping every Saturday night, even though she probably couldn’t really afford a sack of candy each week. Then she would ask me to divide it into piles for my brothers and me. I always asked her if I should make one for her and she always answered the same, “Oh, if there’s an uneven number, I’ll have a piece.”

Does she know that I know that she scrimped and saved from one Christmas to the next so she would be able to buy us Christmas presents?

Does she know I loved the little dresses and pinafores that she sewed lovingly, for her only daughter, her only little girl?

Does she know that even though I mean to write more often she’s still in my thoughts and in my heart? Does she know that I appreciate and love her, even when I get so busy with everyday things that I don’t take the time to get out the paper and pen and tell her all the things I feel?

Does she know that I carry thoughts in my mind and feelings in my heart about her goodness, her honesty, her fairness—things that have helped to shape me into the person I am? Does she know that some of her integrity has been passed on to me and my children and their children and that some of her goodness will live in all of us forever?

So, to my mother, from all of us . . . thank you and we will love you always.

Happy Mother's Day to those of you celebrating tomorrow.


Zapata !

this is really nice words and thank you for sharing it with us here