Tag: Mother

Clouds will Rage….

To Mothers who are, will be and were meant to be…..

In My Arms ~ Plumb

Kings & Queens
Kings & Queens

To the child in my dreams….

“Your baby blues
So full of wonder
Your curly cues
Your contagious smile
And as I watch
You start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight”

“I saw you again yesterday…..It seems like we are meant to meet this way…..

I see you……when you think I cannot….

I want you to know ……You were never unspoken of…. far from it…….

I spoke about you all day…..everyday…….

I remember you like a name in the holy book…..

You were my saving grace……

You were our saving grace…….

We never wished you away……

We were the children of that storybook…….

And you our  little princess from the  fairytale….”

“Story books full of fairy tales
Of kings and queens and the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You’ll someday see the truth from lies “

“It is not pain that I feel, but the cold realization,

Of the promise I made….

It is the image of you…..

Your hazel eyes……

Your golden brown hair…..

Your Olive skin…….

See I was a little girl……who loved to dream……

A little girl…….

just like a little girl you would grow up to be…..

But little girls grow up too……”

“Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
But you are never all alone
Because I will always
Always love you “

“I see you……..

I know we see you….

Even though it is no longer ‘us’

We loved you before you came…..

We always loved you as a part of us…..

A part our dream…..

A part of our fairytale……

Precious the name…..

Precious the memory…..

And I pray for the memory…..

You were the Sweetest truth……

You will always be our saving grace…..

You will always be my saving grace…..”

“Clouds will rage
And storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms”

The Painting on the wall…

The first painting I bought when I moved out on my own…..

The Unknown Painting

Even to this day I do not know who the artist is….. or what this piece of art is called….. but for me it is a masterpiece…

If you see the coloured picture of this painting you will see around her eyes there is a light tinge of red….. I think she cried herself to sleep….  when I look at this painting  I always wonder…. was she a figment of the artist’s imagination? or was she his muse? why did she cry?…. (I don’t know why I assumed that the artist was a man)

Lets talk about Mums – complex yet the most beautiful creatures God ever created…..

Mine broke down on the phone today….and it broke my heart….hence the post

I like to think I am the extension of my mother….. I know it’s an old cliché to say “I am all that I am because of her”….. but hey isnt life full of clichés?

Wind beneath my wings- Bette Midler

A song that describes what my mom means to me….

“Did you ever know that you’re my hero? your everything I would like to be….I can fly higher than an eagle……because you are the wind beneath my wings“

I never told my mum she is my hero…… I never told her she is everything I wish I could be…… and I am flying higher than an eagle because she is the wind beneath my wings…..

For all the times she was content “To let me shine”…she is that “beautiful face without a name” she has a “beautiful smile to hide the pain“……

For all the times I left her in coldness……but she was my shadow…..and for all the times I couldn’t say a “Sorry” or a “Thank you”…. she walked “A step behind”

It hasn’t gone unnoticed mom….I have it all here in my heart….

“I want you to know I know the truth, Of course I know….I would be nothing without you”

She thought me how to fly…. and it’s her wisdom that got me here…..

“Thank God for you, my wind beneath my wings”