For many of us, Mothers exist only in memory. We had our time, but never enough. Unconditional love, never realized or respected. Even then, as we grew older, even, then, as did they too, we remained a child in their eyes, in their heart, in their thoughts. They wanted only the best for us, and gave all they had. So much to learn, patience and understanding taught by example. Wisdom in hindsight. The words, the voice, the comfort comes in small doses when you need it most.
Maybe a certain day with flowers and cards to celebrate is not enough. How could it be? Isn’t it every day, not just the once-in-a-while, when the love shows through? Let peace be, ceremoniously. Cherish the moments, so much to yearn. They only wanted the best for us and would sacrifice their comfort for ours. For many of us only scattered memories, with moments for some still to come. Either way there is always time to whisper I love you Mom.
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