Mak...

         They say she is the bank where we deposit all our hurts and worries. They say she loves her children even when they least deserved to be loved..

         They say a man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best , but his mother the longest..

They say this , they say that about this special human being...and no one argues about it..

         I came across this poem and couldnt resist to post it here in my blog dedicated  for that very special woman......mak.!

A mother's love is something

that no one can explain--

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain. 

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring, come what may,

For nothing can destroy it 

or take that love away.

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking.

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems.

It is far beyond defining, 

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation--

A many-splendored miracle

man cannot understand

And another wonderous evidence

of God's tender, guiding hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice