MY MOTHER

There are too many stories to tell, too many write-ups to post, too many songs to sing, too many testimonies to share, all in a bid to celebrate my rare inestimable jewel. I can only render this suitable poem...

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

Mum, truly the world may celebrate your persona and values but I can confidently say that you're worth much more than many could know or say about you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM... I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK. #GloryAhead