“Who says Mother is Weak.
She is the one who Gives Birth.
Destruction is not her Job.
She Creates and Builds the World for that matter the Universe.”
Hortus !
I am to inform you that I have dedicated my latest Post in your name please read and comment there.
Those are the few Poem like lines I have written for the first time on my Blog.
Fondest Regards,
Shiva
HEY MOM! You are the one whose skirts I ran behind that time. You were, in my tears, the absolute first and only one I could think of…so the little hurt boy in me ran as fast as he could toward the motherly safety of Your skrts to hide behind. Really.
Love you, Mom…or Mother….thank you for adopting me for a few short seconds. Or .at least, not pushing me away! 🙂
johannisthinking@wordpresss.com said:
beautiful, Esther! yes…a Mother is always there…
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Ada said:
What mothers do is
priceless. The weaker one is
not the one they think.
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Nicodemas said:
Weak? Never! The powerful love of a mother is one of the greatest forces on earth.
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Shiva Malekopmath said:
“Who says Mother is Weak.
She is the one who Gives Birth.
Destruction is not her Job.
She Creates and Builds the World for that matter the Universe.”
Hortus !
I am to inform you that I have dedicated my latest Post in your name please read and comment there.
Those are the few Poem like lines I have written for the first time on my Blog.
Fondest Regards,
Shiva
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gageier said:
Liebe Esther einen sonnigen Sonntag und einen stressfreien Start in die neue Woche wünscht dir in Freundschaft kLAUS
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Cochonfucius said:
I can remember
How my mother cared for me
Some decades ago.
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fulvialuna1 said:
La vita è la madre, e la madre è vita.
La madre non distrugge, livella, smussa, plasma….
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Jonathan Caswell said:
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SHE’S THE ONE…LOVE THIS PICTURE!!!!
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Jonathan Caswell said:
HEY MOM! You are the one whose skirts I ran behind that time. You were, in my tears, the absolute first and only one I could think of…so the little hurt boy in me ran as fast as he could toward the motherly safety of Your skrts to hide behind. Really.
Love you, Mom…or Mother….thank you for adopting me for a few short seconds. Or .at least, not pushing me away! 🙂
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David Milligan-Croft said:
Profound analogy.
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