The most kind and loving person I've ever known, whom i never knew to do anything for self but who dedicated her all to others, who suffered through giving birth to my body and from all my slings and arrows afterward in recompense, the woman who gave me freely the all and only that is of good or any virtue within me went back to her home beyond the stars around this time last year, and i miss her more than i could ever say.
The last thing she told me was "i love you more". I only hope that now she has perfect knowledge and that finally she knows that i love her as much as she loved me. The pain of not knowing that in surety is expressable only in my tears and will not burn away, or be known by another, ever. That is my burden now.
To the good moms everywhere thank you.
It is the bond of all men, our love for mother and our hatred for father.
"...born, lain upon the breast of your Mother of flesh, your Father stands far off..."-(-paraphrased from the other in vision)
DmStr8- thanks that was nice. I feel very fortunate to have had one of those good ones. My soul made a dam fine choice on that one.
Sine experientia nihil sufficienter sciri potest -Roger Bacon
*γνῶθι σεαυτόν*