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Happy Mother’s Day to all our wonderful mothers out there. Every year since I started blogging at WordPress, I write about my own experiences as a mother, my tribute to motherhood. I would love to share this lovely poem by William Ross Wallace.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow–
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky–
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

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I sat there waiting

for the morning sunlight.

Then she came and perched atop

our bare avocado tree.

I listened to her sweet rendition -

a tweet, a song probably.

As if sensing that I was watching,

she quickly flew away.

And I was left

With a tepid cup of coffee.

Thinking -

I wish life could be this simple.

No extra baggage to carry.

Just this -

a sweet melodious song

a bird in flight

unmindful of what she left behind

but just enjoying what the morning brings

and what she can find

and discover beyond.

And I sit here

still….

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Even the wind

sometimes whisper a sad song

And my heart grows quiet

listening ….

remembering….

And loving the silence.

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death

Life is never felt more alive as when it is staring at you in the face of death

and you gather your thoughts wishing  you’d be given one more day, one more life to live

and when nothing is left but the dying embers

you gather your memories and wish they could stay forever in your thoughts.

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You stand breathless

with the sun’s soft kiss on your cheeks

And the gentle morning breeze

touches your skin -

a shiver -

enough to feel what the day would bring.

And you wonder -

do  ants ever stop to take a rest?

Or do they always travel far

to know what living is like

among dead woods?

And like true soldiers

they move on storing something

for the rainy days.

Would love be like that?

Can it endure the long trek to the top?

Or would it just slowly dies

leaving you breathless

with pain in your eyes?

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The morning shadows

remind you of last night’s

struggles with sleep.

Did you dream that life was easy?

Did you dream that someday

love dies in the midst of the morning?

I have thought

forever is a lovely word.

And I have thought

promises could be a forceful bind

and not broken utterances

that have no meaning.

Because  forever never lasts.

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The mountains beckon

Whispering  sad songs.

They speak of long-ago dreams.

I’d love to come back here

If only to feel the exhilaration

of  knowing -

That somewhere in the labyrinth

of memories,

We were happy

Just looking at this vista

Sharing thoughts of home.

Maybe, when I come back here

I  would just absorb the silence

While the wind whispers to my ears,

I am home!

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