Thursday, 20 August 2009


"To the highly cherished memory of my mother, the most lofty lady that I have ever met in my life"

There are lots of beautiful pieces about "mother", the following one is my favourite:
The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word "mother" and the most beautiful call is the call of "my mother". It is a word full of hope and love; "mother" is a sweet and kind word coming from the depth of the heart. The mother is everything- she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy and forgiveness. S/he who loses his or her mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards her constantly.
Everything in nature bespeaks the mother. The sun is the mother of earth and gives it its nourishment of heart; it never leaves the universe at night until it has put the earth to sleep to the song of the sea and the hymn of birds and brooks. And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers. It produces them, nurses them and weans them. The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds. The mother, the prototype of all existence is the eternal spirit full of beauty and love. Mothers plant seeds of love that help us bloom forever.

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