May - I'M STILL YOUR MOM When you no longer listen or care what I say. I'm still your Mom. When you decide I'm old fashioned and want to go your own way. I'm still your Mom. When you talk back, complain and argue. I'm still your Mom. When you move away and take a piece of my heart with you. I'm still your Mom. And I will love you still as much as the first day I held you in my arms. I'm still your Mom. And I will pray for you and make sure your wings are strong enough to soar. I'm still your Mom. And I'll want what's best and will sacrifice my plans for yours. I'm still your Mom. I'll always have room for you and a hug to welcome you. I'm still your Mom. And until my last breath, I'll keep carrying your love with me. And I will thank God everyday for the privilege and Joy it's been to be called --- your mom. ************************* My Endless Love ************************* #mom #momlife #mummy #momandbaby #mummyandbaby | Facebook
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English Literature - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. (Art: Riders in the Snow in the Haagse Bos by Anton Mauve) (Book: The Poetry of Robert Frost https://amzn.to/3mEMkim ) | Facebook
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Broker - When Parents die 💔, nothing is the same anymore. We can no longer be children, we will no longer feel carried away by their hugs, kisses and words of encouragement. It seems like life is getting harder because their protective love is no longer there. When parents are no longer with us, we are orphans and that is hard regardless of age. Even though you created your family, the face of your parents is ingrained in you for eternity. All people, even if we are adults, have this living child inside us who wants to be protected all the time by his parents. Turning to their unconditional love whenever necessary, but when they are gone, that option is no longer possible...!!! 😭 #success #motivation #fypシ | Facebook
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