The mother

    • The Mother

      1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed
      you. you thanked her by crying all the night.

      2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
      You thanked her by running away when she called.

      3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals
      with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on
      the floor.

      4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some
      crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dinning room
      table.

      5. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the
      holidays. You thanked her by looping into the nearest
      pile of mud.

      6. When you were 6 years old, she walked you into
      school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING".


      7. When you were 7 years old, she bought you a
      baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the
      next-door-neighbor window.

      8. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice
      cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over you
      lap.

      9. When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano
      lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to
      practice it.

      10. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day,
      from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after
      another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and
      never looking back.

      11. When you were 11 years old, she took you and your
      friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to
      sit in the different row.

      12. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to
      watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting
      until she left the house.

      13. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was
      becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no
      taste.

      14. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at
      summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a
      single letter.

      15. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking
      for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door
      locked.

      16. When you were 16, she taught you how to drove her
      car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you
      could.

      17. When you were 17, she was expecting an important
      call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.


      18. When you were 18, she cried at your school
      graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying
      until dawn.

      19. When you were 19, she paid for your college
      tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You
      thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you
      wouldn't be embarrassed in front of you friends.

      20. When you were 20, she asked whether you were
      seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying "It's none of
      you business".

      21. When you were 21, she suggested certain careers
      for your future. You thanked her by saying "I don't
      want to be like you".

      22. When you were 22, she hugged you at your college
      graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she
      could pay for a trip to Europe.

      23. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your
      first apartment. You thanked her by telling your
      friend it was ugly.

      24. When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked
      about your plans for the future. You thanked her by
      glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"

      25. When you were 25, she helped to pay for your
      wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved
      you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the
      country.

      26. When you were 30, she called with some advice on
      the baby. You thanked by telling her, "Things are
      different now."

      27. When you were 40, she called to remind you of a
      relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you
      were "really busy right now."

      28. When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to
      take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the
      burden parents become to their children.

      29. And then, one day, she quietly died. And
      everything you never did, came crashing down like
      thunder on your heart.

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    • You keep your promise#d

      Thnaks lover to bring this topic to us
      but

      actually i have it before this time in my e-mail

      but it isgood to remind us about the love of the mother

      The Love of the mother is the most innocent love between her and her Kidz

      and we should always keep loving our mothers because they deserve more from us

      and i hope ALlah will bless us to do our duities towards our lovely mothers|t
    • The Mother! We can write and write about which she's done for us but we can never give her what she really deserves
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      Night and Morning
      by Dorothy Aldis

      The morning sits outside afraid
      Until my mother draws the shade

      Then it bursts in like a ball
      Splashing sun all up the wall

      And the evening is not night
      Until she's tucked me in just right
      And kissed me and turned out the light

      Oh, if my mother went away
      Who would start the night and day
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      Many thanks for this lovely post dear brother. i really enjoyed reading it. Take care|e and let us hear from you soon
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      for your replay and ur nice words
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    • Five Letters to My Mother
      Nizar


      Good moring sweetheart
      Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart

      It has been two year Mother
      since the boy has sailed
      on his mythical journey

      Since he hid within his luggage
      the green morning of his homeland
      and her stars, and her streams
      and all of her red poppy

      Since he hid in his cloths
      bunches of mint and thyme
      and a Damascene Lilac


      I am alone
      the smoke of my cigarette is bored
      and even my seat of me is bored

      My sorrows are like flocking birds
      looking for a grain field in season
      I became acquainted with the women of Europe
      I became acquainted with the their civilization

      I toured India, and toured China
      I toured the entire oriental world
      and nowwhere I found
      a lady to comb my golden hair

      A lady that hides for me
      in her purse a sugar candy
      a lady that dresses me when I am naked
      and lifts me up when I fall

      Mother: I am that boy who sailed
      and still longes to that sugar candy

      So how come or how can I, Mother
      become a father and never grow up
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      I send my best regards
      to a house that tought us love and mercy
      to your white flowers
      the best in the neighborhood
      to my bed, to my books
      to all of the kids in the alley
      to all of these walls we covered
      with noise from our writings
      to the lazy cat sleeping on the balcony
      to the lilac climbing bush the neighbor's window

      It has been two long years, Mother
      with the face of Damascus being like a bird
      digging within my conscience
      bitting at my curtains
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      Where is Father and his eyes
      where is the silk of his glances
      and where is the aroma of his coffee
      May God bless his grave
      and where is the vastness
      of our large house
      and where is its comfort
      and where is the stairwell
      laughing at the tickles of blooms
      and where is my childhood
      draggling the tail of the cat
      and eating from the grape vine
      and snipping from the lilac

      What a poem we wrote within our eyes
      what a pretty child that we crucified
      we kneeled at her feet
      and we melted in her passion
      until, we killed her with love