This Page Is Dedicated To My " Mom's ".
One I Lost In 1972, Who Was Not Only
My Mom, But My Best Friend . . 
And The Other Is My Mom In England
Who Thru Her Love And Acceptance
Has Earned Her The Right To Be Called "Mom"
 . . . I Love You Margaret . . .





She's been there. God knows, she's been there.
She has seen and done it all.
She's a woman. She knows how to dish it out 
or take it all.
Her heart's as soft as feathers, 
still she weathers stormy skies.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, 
but she's an eagle when she flies.



A kaleidoscope of colors, you can toss her 
around and round.
You can keep her in your vision, but you'll never 
keep her down.
She's a lover, she's a mother, she's a friend, 
and she's a wife.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, 
but she's an eagle when she flies.



Gentle as the sweet magnolia, strong as steel, 
her faith and pride.
She's an everlasting shoulder, she's the leaning 
post of life.
She hurts deep and when she weeps, she's just as 
fragile as a child.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, 
but she's an eagle when she flies.



She's a sparrow when she's broken, 
but she's an eagle when she flies.
Oh, bless her Lord.
She's an eagle when she flies.





Mother's Day is Remembrance Day
And we pause on The Path of the Year
To pay honor and worshipful tribute
To the Mother our heart holds dear.
For, whether here or in heaven,
Her love is our haven and guide,
For always the memory of Mother
Is a beacon light shining inside...
Time cannot destroy her memory
And years can never erase
The tenderness and the beauty
Of the love in a Mother's face...
And, when we think of our Mother,
We draw nearer to God above,
For only God in His Greatness
Could fashion a Mother's Love.




Once upon a time there was a child ready to be 
born. 
The child asked God, "They tell me you are 
sending me to 
earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live 
there being so 
small and helpless?"  God replied, 
"Among the angels, 
I'll choose one for you. Your angel will 
be waiting for you 
and will take care of you." 

The child further inquired, "But tell me, 
here in heaven 
I don't have to do anything but sing and 
smile to be happy." 

God said, "Your angel will sing for you 
and will also smile 
for you every day. And you will feel 
your angel's love and be very happy." 

Again the child asked, "And how am I going 
to be able to 
understand when people talk to me if 
I don't know the language?" 

God said, "Your angel will tell you 
the most beautiful and 
sweet words you will ever hear, and 
with much patience and 
care, your angel will teach you how to speak." 

"And what am I going to do when I want 
to talk to you?" 
God said, "Your angel will place 
your hands together and 
will teach you how to pray." 

"I've heard that on Earth there are bad people. 
Who will protect me?" 
God said, "Your angel will defend 
you even if it means risking its life." 
"But I will always be sad because 
I will not see you anymore." 

God said, "Your angel will always talk 
to you about me and 
will teach you the way to come back to me, 
even though I 
will always be next to you." 

At that moment there was much peace in 
heaven, but voices 
from Earth could be heard and the 
child hurriedly asked, 
"God, if I am to leave now, please tell me 
my angel's name." 

Her name is not important.
You will simply call her 
. . . . . . " Mom " . . . . . .





Your mother is always with you..
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down 
the street.
She's the smell of bleach in your freshly 
laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're 
not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home...
She's the map you follow with every step 
that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart break...
And nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time,  Not space...Not even death... 
Will ever separate you from your mother...
You carry her inside of you..