Mom

There are angels God puts on this earth
who care for us and guide us.
You can feel their love and gentleness
as they walk through life beside us.
God blessed us with a person like that,
she loves us more than anyone else.
And we're thankful we're the lucky ones
who gets to call her "MOMMIE". 

Love from,
   Angel Buster, Lady and Baby Simba



















The doorbell rang that morning;

"A delivery for you", he said.

A gorgeous bouquet of flowers;

With those words, he turned and left.



Pretty yellow flowers

Clutched in a tiny hand;

A priceless gift he gave me;

Nothing could be so grand!



Many years have come and gone

Since my sweet blue-eyed kitty

Picked yellow dandelions;

The color of the sun.



The doorbell rang this morning;

"A delivery for you", he said.

A gorgeous bouquet of flowers;

Pink carnation and roses red.



I put them in a crystal vase

And after that was done;

I opened up the card attached;

It was signed.....your sweet blue-eyed kitty!



 


Here is "Aurora" on the left and "Simba" on the Right
                    

                                                            
Here is "Shy Lady" on
the left and "Sweet Buster" on the Right







        
 
          
 
              

              

                 Victorian Lace on Mother’s Day

              
by 

                Marilyn Ferguson ©2003
              
 
              

              Let’s take a journey back in time

                To centuries long ago

                When everything was beautiful

                And gentle streams did flow.

              
 
              
Where happy children graced the halls

                In mansions on a hill

                Where charm and grace did set the pace

                In memories, lingering still.
              
 
              
A time when ladies met for tea

                At tables set for two

                Southern belles with things to tell

                In misty morning hue. 
              
 
              
Corsets here and bustles there

                Such lovely flowing dresses

                A touch of eloquence was found

                Beneath those lovely tresses.
              
 
              
All dressed up in fringe and lace

                With gowns of flowing white

                They held their children close to them

                And tucked them in at night.
              
 
              
With locks of hair pulled up in buns

                And topped with pretty bonnet

                The legend that was left behind

                Sounds nearly like a sonnet.
              
 
              
The century now has turned the tide

                They since have gone away

                And other mothers fill the earth

                To brighten Mother’s Day.
              
 
              
Through the passing years in time

                One thing will stay the same

                The precious love of mother

                Her name will always remain.
              
 
              
For all the ladies gone before

                I pray for heaven’s grace

                To all the mothers here today

                I wish you frills and lace.
              
©2003 Marilyn 
                Ferguson


                

                
              














          











My Mother's Love


You've always been a part of me

right from the very start,

creating treasured memories

tucked away deep within my heart.

You showed me what love truly means,

I've watched your caring ways,

unselfishly guiding me

through all my stormy days.

I'm thankful for the times we've shared

and look forward to the rest.

When it comes to Moms,

My Mother's Love is the best.


Written by: Sindy Vorderstrasse 2005

all rights reserved




                       










      


Love from,
   Lady, Baby Simba, and Angel Buster








 










Dedicated to my Mother




     There is no difference in the way I love you,

      Even though you're gone these many years.

      I think of you this Mother's Day as ever:

      The home that sits behind half-open doors.
      

      Death has no finality, for love

      Is like a mountain when it comes to time:

      The change is slow, so slow that in a lifetime

      It does not dominate the landscape less.
      

      And like a mountain you may see my yearning

      Dappled in the distance, just as music

      Alternates between despair and joy,

      Yet always, always turns the heart towards beauty.
      

      This day is no less yours than when you were

      Alive within the confines of your flesh.

      You are alive in me, and will be always,

      Though I along with you return to
      dust.

      

	 

       by Nicholas Gordon(C)
        
        
    
  











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