and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you—
my miracle, my mother.
This is a beautiful poem, yet still not enough to describe how miraculous Mum is. She's really one of a kind, more than just a mother. All that she had been through in the past really makes her an individual, and it turned into blessings!
Definitely am thankful for a wonderful, miraculous Mum like her.
Definitely am thankful for a wonderful, miraculous Mum like her.
p/s: I'm not a guitarist, just helping my bro holding his new Ashton classical guitar..(^.^)
