TEXT SPECIALS AND POEMS

OUR SWEET MOTHERS

Grateful.

I can only be grateful for your love

The joy of motherhood this season will envelope

Tighten its reins and match and overcome

Against the strides of negativity,

Increasing all positivity,

I love you mum,

Happy New Month and Xmas in Advance

Loved me

In your mind you wanted me,

In your heart you accepted me

With your body, soul, and spirit you wanted me

With your will you conceived me

In your womb, you accommodated me

With love you cautiously ate for me

With your breast milk, alive you kept me,

In your arms I felt protected

In your bosom I found solace and care,

Now am this big, yet your baby.

Only with you mama!

With Love and gratitude I wish you

Happy New Month and Merry Xmas In Advance mum.

TALK ABOUT....

Let’s talk about happiness and laughter,

I can only see your smile and glee,

Let’s talk about care and love

The worry lines on your pretty face tells it all,

Let’s talk about emotions and anger,

I see that stern look to admonish with love,

Let’s talk about beauty,

Your smile, your eyes of love, compassion and care

Your forgiveness when we hurt and trust to be called your children,

The happiness you give and share via your laughter,

Your strength and your positivity when I get myself into trouble,

Always will I adore you.

Happy New Month and Merry Xmas in Advance

MUM’S DECEMBER

You are Delicate and sweet

Filled with God’s Empowerment and grace,

Forever to be Celebrated and loved,

Your words Edifies the spirit

Your character of warmth Magnificent,

Charmed by the Beauty that radiates from within,

Your Excellent spirit catapults the growth of the family

You will ever shine in God’s Radiance.

I love you for God has made DECEMBER to love you!

Happy New Month and Merry Xmas in Advance Moma.

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