Mother's Rose
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. ~Honoré de Balzac
Mother's Rose
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
Mother's Rose
A mother is the truest friend we have,,br> when trials heavy and sudden,
fall upon us;
when adversity takes the place of prosperity;
when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us;
when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us,
and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness,
and cause peace to return to our hearts.
~Washington Irving
Mother's Rose
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort,
happiness, and being.
I may sometimes forget the words
but I always remember the tune.
~Graycie Harmon
Mother's Rose
When you are a mother,
you are never really alone in your thoughts.
A mother always has to think twice,
once for herself and once for her child.
~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
Mother's Rose
I cannot forget my mother.
She is my bridge.
When I needed to get across,
she steadied herself long enough for me to run across safely.
~Renita Weems
Mother's Rose
I miss thee, my Mother!
Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
~Eliza Cook
Mother's Rose
A daughter is a mother's gender partner,
her closest ally in the family confederacy,
an extension of her self.
And mothers are their daughters' role model,
their biological and emotional road map,
the arbiter of all their relationships.
~Victoria Secunda
Mother's Rose
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
~Ann Taylor
Mother's Rose
There's nothing like a mama-hug. ~Adabella Radici
Mother's Rose
My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
~Sharon Doubiago
Mother's Rose
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
