But love, to some extent, protects you from age."
-Jeanne Moreau
To my childhood, I find I can see-
The face of the dearest of mothers
And the love that she lavished on me.
I have found out since I've been a mother
The meaning of sorrow and care-
And my children will find out tomorrow
Perhaps--When I won't be there.
My best friend was always my mother.
No sacrifice was ever too great.
She shouldered my sorrows and troubles,
in me-she had implicit faith.
If I were given my preference tomorrow
Of a wish-for something rare-
I would wish for the presence of mother
Sitting there-in her old rocking chair.
You folks, who still have your mother,
Here's a message that comes from my heart-
Cherish, honor, love, and protect her,
From your presence, someday she will depart.
Would that I could live those days over,
I'd vow, I would make them worthwhile-
Doing things that would make her happy
Just to see her radiant smile.
As I close this book of remembrance
From this treasure, I never will part-
And the world with all its glories,
Could never take its place in my heart.
~ Susan T. Rogers ~
and guide you in whatever you do--
and may his loving protection
be a blessing to you always.
Irish Blessing
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
Irish Blessing