Mother of Mine

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.

The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.

Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.

I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.

I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That -- wonderful mother of mine.

There are treasures on earth, that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare to my mother's smile.

You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,

'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,

On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine.

Mother, what can I give you..

After having reached the height of his career a man felt a duty to repay his mother back for all that she had done for him.

He asked, "Mother, what can I give you? What can I do for you? I sincerely wish to repay you for the sacrifices you made for me and for all the love you have showered upon me."

Mother looked surprised and said, "Why do you think about it? It was my duty so I did it, you don't have to repay me. Even if you want to, there is no way a man can ever repay his mother."

Despite her continuous refusal to ask for anything, the son persisted. To put an end to the discussion, she said, "All right. If you must, then tonight you sleep on my bed, with me, just as you used to when you were a baby."

He said, "That's a strange thing to ask for, but if it pleases you, I will."

As soon as he fell asleep, the mother got up and brought a bucket of water. She poured a mug full of water on his side. Feeling disturbed by the wetness under him, in his sleep he moved away to the other side of the bed. As he settled down, his mother poured another mug of water on the other side. In his slumber he tried to find space towards the foot post of the bed.

Sometime later he woke up feeling that this part of the bed too was damp. He got up and saw his mother, with the mug in her hand. He asked angrily, "What are you doing mother? Why don't you let me sleep? How do you expect me to sleep on a wet bed?"

Mother said, "I slept with you, when you wet the bed in the night. I would change your nappy and move you to the dry part of the bed, while I slept on the wet side. You wanted to repay me. Can you sleep here even for one night with me on a damp bed? If you can, I'll take it that you have repaid me."

How eloquently the story above demonstrates that we can't even begin to repay the care, love and attention a mother showers her child throughout the course of life. May god enable us to be of service and comfort to both our parents when we can and may He grant us to serve them during their old age......

Flying

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage. The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly.
There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly
"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk
and run like other little boys and girls.

"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage.
He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the
sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be
like to walk and run like other boys and girls."

"That is very sad”, said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?"
he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

"Sure." said the little boy. The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles
and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds, which made them laugh,
real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and
whispered something into his ear.

"That would be OK," said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said,
"You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make
you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."

The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back.
He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy
on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel.
Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.

The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping
his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice, "I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"

Friend

This is delicate to one of my special friend

You remind me of a flower,
Pretty, inside and outside.
A reason why people smile everyday,
A gift to all.

God must have known there would be times
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.

I think He knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain,
At trials and misfortunes,
Or goals we can't attain.

He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.

He knew we'd need companionship,
Unselfish... lasting... true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With cherished friends... like you!

Now and then..........what u can all see

Now and then a thought comes to my mind
What if I could the clock unwind!!
Return to being a child once more
Ah! that wondrous age of four!

Then...
Life meant playing and reciting nursery rhymes
Dabbling with crayons and making colorful drawings.

Now...
To play one needs to be organized too
Join a play school at the tender age of two!

Then...
Mummy was my first teacher
Lovingly teaching me values which help in life later.

Now...
Mom's busy - working, socializing, and attending kitty parties
Child seems to be low on her priority!

Then...
If mummy had to go, grandma was there
Showering me with her love and care.

Now...
Left with housekeepers and maids
In front of the television/computer passes the day.

Then...
I had never heard words like failure and rejection
Nor faced gruesome interviews for admission!

Now...
A three year old goes for tuition
To enter a prestigious school - the ultimate mission!

Then...
Holidays meant family get together, fun and enjoyment
At a relaxed pace honing our talents.

Now...
It's summer camps... professional guidance
Ever decreasing parental influence!

Then...
I had no computer games, no mobiles
No rat race to cover that extra mile!

Now...
Under peer pressure, childhood is wilting away
Competing with the Jones... whatever way!

Then...
The choices I was offered
did commensurate with my age.

Then...
The choices I was offered
did commensurate with my age.

Now and then I ponder
why kids are being propelled towards adulthood
Even before they have had a proper childhood?

The beauty

The beauty of a person,
no matter who they are
Can only be measured,
by the goodness of heart
For some the exterior may be rough and weathered
But their true beauty only shines all the better
I have met folks that have the beauty and the bodies
But hearts cold as steel, caring for nobody
Then there are the ones,
no matter their looks
that would give a smile, word, a part of themselves
To help one less fortunate than they
And expect nothing in return, except to say
Thank you for being there, and helping point the way
Its that inner beauty that shines forth from you
It shows in everything you say and do
For I have never heard you ever condemn
Even the smallest and weakest of men
For all that you see you carry a smile
To those that receive it, it lasts for miles
And so it is that true beauty must begin
Not from without, but from only within
The giving of oneself so selflessly
That the whole world can see the beauty in thee

What is Love All About?

What is love all about?
A bond of trust but a little doubt?
An enraged eye still a healing touch?
A broad smile yet a pain so much?
Is it a sunshine peeping out of cloud?
Or a drop of silence in a cry so loud!

Is it a shower of rain in scorching heat?
Or a stream of running heart beat?
A halo of light in the unending dark?
A wound in the heart, an everlasting mark?
Does it mean a yearning embrace,
Or a number of reasons hard to trace?
Is it about unconditional giving?
Or getting in the relation and leaving?

An overflowing wave yet so calm,
A cruel word followed by a curing balm!
An image of patience still desperate,
A bit of bad habit in etiquette?
A common bonding yet so rare?
A magical feeling beyond compare?

I am confused, I don't know.
I wish if anyone could show!
If you really know what love is