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You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are read more
You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the child, the bond and the mother.
You
are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
(to our mother).
Being a fulltime mother is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure Love.
Being a fulltime mother is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure Love.
The angel of the Family is Woman. Mother, wife, or sister, Woman is the caress of life, the soothing sweetness read more
The angel of the Family is Woman. Mother, wife, or sister, Woman is the caress of life, the soothing sweetness of affection shed over its toils, a reflection for the individual of the loving providence which watches over Humanity. In her there is treasure enough of consoling tenderness to allay every pain. Moreover for every one of us she is the initiator of the future. The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life; and love and faith create a desire for perfection and the power of reaching towards it step by step; create the future, in short, of which the living symbol is the child, link between us and the generations to come. Through her the Family, with its divine mystery of reproduction, points to Eternity.
Never marry a man who hates his mother, because he'll end up hating you.
Never marry a man who hates his mother, because he'll end up hating you.
No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.rn
No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.rn
When love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, read more
When love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom.
Hi, Mom!
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
