A brand new life, a sculptor's clay,
To see it form, through night and day.
And as it grows a dream is born,
As seasons change, with every dawn.
Unwavering thought, thru the passage of time,
Stand up and walk, through means sublime.
The guiding hand always shows the way,
Incase we falter, incase we sway.
Empathy's glance, the gentle touch,
The daily struggles don't seem that much.
The day will come, our heart is told,
We will take over, the dreams unfold.
As reality abides, we walk on our own,
The Secret of Memories, we are not alone.
The Angel's lullaby, the soprano's song,
The silent whispers still linger on.
------ Alistair D'souza 14th May 2006
Read the following lines somewhere eons ago... I think it was the Reader's Digest.
"Someone once said that you don't need to tell your parents you love them, they already know. Well I guess that someone is not a parent."
Happy Mother's Day.