RPF CHILDREN WING

All I am I owe to my mother.       - George Washington  Hmmmnn................All i am i owe to my mother,  my mum is  a rare gem, a woman of inestimable value, a woman of substance,  a virtuous woman. she taught me how to pray and read. Her love can never be compared with  no other. Her tender gentle love. Scold me when i do wrong, praise me  when the need be. encourages me to face life challenges rather than run away  from me. cry when i cry, laugh when i laugh. my joy has always been her joy and  my sadness hers too. why on earth should i forget your love my sweet mama,  just because of you i cherish every woman i set my eyes on. i cherish every  lady who will become a mother some day. the affection of mothers can never  be compared to any other. Mama you carried me for nine good months, breast  fed me and carried me on your back for like 2 years. Mama, i can  never forget when you had to sell some of your clothes just to pay my school  fees, you collected loan upon loan just to fulfill my dreams. How i wish you are can hear the rhythm of my heart singing ''I LOVE YOU MAMA'' To all mothers in the house may the good Lord uphold you, may you live long to  eat the fruit of your labor. you taught me the true values of living right, you gave  me sound education, instill good morals into me. mama i love you. This is the  reason why i so much have in-dept love and passion for the motherless babies,  abandon children, rejected children and orphans, it is a pity they did not experience  the true gift of a mother ''LOVE''. My Mother
~Ann Taylor

Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?

 My Mother?

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?

 My Mother?

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 dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?

 My Mother?

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?

 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 was 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 thy 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?

 And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,

My Mother?

For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,
If ever I could dare despise

 My Mother?

        

 A Mother's Gift
by Janette Fisher

From the very first time, you hold your child
Their first gift is your heart forever,
The love you give and they return
Is the bond that will hold you together

Throughout their life, your love will be
A light that guides their way
The beacon aglow in the darkness
Should they ever go astray

Your love will give them courage
When the way ahead is unclear
And will give them strength, when needed
To help overcome their fears

Your love will accept them for who they are
Whatever they say or do,
Your love will forgive unreservedly
Because they are a part of you

It's a love that will know no barriers
Have no bounds, no expectations
Your love will be unconditional,
Pure, with no complications

A love that remains as constant
As the stars in the heaven above
A gift no money on earth can buy,
The gift of a mother's love.