Appreciation for mother

Perfect Love - of a mother

slow to suspect - qick to trust
slow to condem- quick to justify
slow to offend- quick to defend
slow to expose- quick to shield
slow to reprimand -quick to forbear
slow to belittle-quick to appreciate
slow to demand - quick to give
slow to provoke-quick to conciliate
slow to hinder-quick to help
slow to resent-quick to forgive

Thinking of you

thinking of you today and missing you dearly,
but no matter how far apart we are,
My love for you will never dry.
Remembering you this day, for all that you have done, my heart feels so glad,
I have you as a mother.
Happy Mother's Day.

©Deboo March 2008

This and Every Day

A day set apart, celebrating the makings of you,
a day for appreciation, for all that emboides you,
and though this day will come and go,
my appreaciation for you will go on, this and every day I live.

I have walked highs and lows of life's rugged path
and weathered every storm, but with your loving arms embracing,
each trouble I've overcome,
thank you for being a true friend
my tower of strength and hope and a ray of sunlight too.
now on this and everyday I'll always celebrate you, mother.
Happy Mother's day

© Deboo March 2008

I Celebrate You

I celebrate you for being you

I celebrate you for the woman you are

I celebrate you for your tenderness

I celebrate you for your thoughtfulness

I celebrate you for Daring to do the unthinkable

Believe for the impossible and

Achieve the unimaginable

I celebrate you

For your unique ways and for all the things that makes loving you easy.

Happy mother’s day

© Deboo Feburary 2008

The Woman I love

She is a pillar of strength

a tower of glory, never wavering always persisting.

She is the horn of her home

the rainbow in a cloudy sky the sweet fragrance of morning rain.

She is gracious and tenacious,

Never giving up on her own Always enduring, amidst perspiration

This is my mother

The woman I love

Amidst trials and tribulations She remains steadfast in encouragement

Her mind a well spring of wisdom, full of hope and belief

Though tempest rolls and thunder roars she endures them all

Her home a den of love and full of care, embracing all both strangers and foe

Even though her ways are sometimes firm

And her intend misunderstood

She is still my mother

The woman I love

And now as her years grow dim and limps grow frail

She is still a beckon of hope and faith, love and beauty

Made better and stronger by the years of toil

Her offspring a testimony of battle forth and won

For in them are the results of endless toil

Which now is sweet success

She is still gracious, still poised, still tenacious and firm

And though one day life’s curtain will draw close on her stay here on earth

She will remain my mother

The woman I love.

© Deboo February 2008