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The Heart Of A Mother
Mothers are our first heros from birth. They did an incredible deed by just that. Keeping us. They could have got rid of us before we were even a person. Before we could even develop. But they didn't. No matter what the situation was at home they chose to keep us. To raise us. To love us. Take care of us.
All through the struggles and dramas that life brings along every single day. So for once let's just say something like this:
Mama,mom, mommy and Mother. I love and respect you. Thank you for everything you've given me.
You gave me so much. Life is the first. And love is the second. Care is the third. So much more follows. Because there is so many things you've done for me. So many.
And I am grateful for everything. Even though sometimes I won't seem it. Sometimes I'll be a burden. I'll scream at you, I'll say a whole lot of things that you won't appreciate because I'm still young. But as time progresses I'll grow.
I want you to know that I love you. My angel. My hero...my superwoman, my everything good in my life.
And I'm not just talking about just biological moms. I'm talking about the one who raised you. The one who had and still has to listen to your whining and complaining. The one who disciplines you everytime you do something wrong but always stands up for you everytime something wrong is being done to you.
That's your mom. A mom who loves and adores you even though you're full of mistakes and you're just a brat sometimes. Your mother.
It doesn't even really have to be female. A mom is someone who has the heart of a mother.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
The Heart Of A Mother
Mothers are our first heros from birth. They did an incredible deed by just that. Keeping us. They could have got rid of us before we were even a person. Before we could even develop. But they didn't. No matter what the situation was at home they chose to keep us. To raise us. To love us. Take care of us.
All through the struggles and dramas that life brings along every single day. So for once let's just say something like this:
Mama,mom, mommy and Mother. I love and respect you. Thank you for everything you've given me.
You gave me so much. Life is the first. And love is the second. Care is the third. So much more follows. Because there is so many things you've done for me. So many.
And I am grateful for everything. Even though sometimes I won't seem it. Sometimes I'll be a burden. I'll scream at you, I'll say a whole lot of things that you won't appreciate because I'm still young. But as time progresses I'll grow.
I want you to know that I love you. My angel. My hero...my superwoman, my everything good in my life.
And I'm not just talking about just biological moms. I'm talking about the one who raised you. The one who had and still has to listen to your whining and complaining. The one who disciplines you everytime you do something wrong but always stands up for you everytime something wrong is being done to you.
That's your mom. A mom who loves and adores you even though you're full of mistakes and you're just a brat sometimes. Your mother.
It doesn't even really have to be female. A mom is someone who has the heart of a mother.
So weak yet so strong
So small yet so large
So kind yet so mean
So gentle yet so rough
So soft spoken yet so harsh
So wrong yet so right
So beautiful yet so worn
So hardworking yet no reward
You are weak the people's comments but ever so strong to bounce back as if nothing happened
You are a small,tiny woman sort of rabbit like but even then your heart is the size of the whole Earth
You are the kindest person I know
But you are so mean sometimes
You have a gentle way to handle everything
But can get very rough if the need arises
You speak ever so softly but yoh someone should be careful not to get on your wrong side
Even when you're wrong you're always right
Even though you work so hard you hardly get a reward
Even though time has aged you still are the most beautiful woman I know
Mom
Dying is another way of living.
"You could have died!" Shereen Mthandazo shouted at her son. Who was in a hospital bed.
NAV: But I didn't. I'm alive aren't I? I'm here breathing the same air as you.
SHEREEN: (she still scolded) Do you realise how much money this will cost me?! You know how hard it is already! I didn't expect this from you Naveen. I really didn't. You have a younger brother that looks up to you. Instead of being a good example to them you're turning out to be a very bad one.
NAV: Bad example? (He scoffed) Says a woman who has had more men in her bed than she can count. How many younger brothers do you speak of? The one that lives with us or the ones tossed around the whole town with their different fathers.
Shereen took a deep breath. Before saying anything else.
SHEREEN: I have made my mistakes. Because like everyone else in this world I am not perfect. But what I try to be every single day is to be a good mother. To you and your brother. (She licked her lips) And I'm tired of you continuing to be a nuisance. Since you think this rugby of yours is more important than your own life then fine do it but very far away from my home.
Nav laughed.