What I Meant to Say
By Michael Murphy
What I meant to say was... How can I possibly say good-bye to the person who was the first to hold me, the first to feed me, and the first to make me feel loved?
From a distance I watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine. But for me, the tasks you lovingly completed year after year built and reinforced the foundation, the structure that made my world a safe and comfortable place to grow.
All that I am and all that I have can be traced back to you. Whatever accomplishments I have made along the way would not have occurred without first believing in myself. And you, you were the person who always believed in me.
Now on my own, I am amazed at the number of times I hear your words flow from my mouth. This ventriloquist phenomenon was at first most irritating, but now warms me as I’ve come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in me forever.
When time parts us, I pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch my face and whisper into my ear.
For your warm and gentle presence in my life... for this, I will always be most thankful.
Yes, Mother, you inspire me! Happy Birthday, Mwah!
From Your Only Son,
~JC =)
From a distance I watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine. But for me, the tasks you lovingly completed year after year built and reinforced the foundation, the structure that made my world a safe and comfortable place to grow.
All that I am and all that I have can be traced back to you. Whatever accomplishments I have made along the way would not have occurred without first believing in myself. And you, you were the person who always believed in me.
Now on my own, I am amazed at the number of times I hear your words flow from my mouth. This ventriloquist phenomenon was at first most irritating, but now warms me as I’ve come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in me forever.
When time parts us, I pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch my face and whisper into my ear.
For your warm and gentle presence in my life... for this, I will always be most thankful.
Yes, Mother, you inspire me! Happy Birthday, Mwah!
From Your Only Son,
~JC =)
MOTHER'S LOVE
ReplyDeleteHer love is like an island
In life's ocean, vast and wide,
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, and rain and tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the west,
By tender Counsel on the south,
And on the east by Rest
Above it like a beacon light
Shine faith, and truth, and prayer;
And through the changing scenes of life,
I find a haven there.
~Author Unknown.
Happy birthday to your mom, Kuya!=)