Postby TW » May 10th, 2008, 4:29 pm
YellowRose, if you don't mind I would like to extend my best wishes and thanks too all mothers. I found this little poem.
Before the child is born
A mother's love begins
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And difficulties
And differences
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Winding, wearing
Weeping, sharing
Changing
Until, at the end
What remains
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born.
by Ruth Greer
Happy Mother's Day.
TW
Anglo-Saxon Proto-English Manuscripts (995 AD): “God lufode middan-eard swa, dat he seade his an-cennedan sunu, dat nan ne forweorde de on hine gely ac habbe dat ece lif."
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