Sunday, May 10, 2009

an ode to my mother

Contrary to popular belief, Mother's Day was not conceived and fine-tuned in the boardroom of Hallmark. The earliest tributes to mothers date back to the annual spring festival the Greeks dedicated to Rhea, the mother of many deities, and to the offerings ancient Romans made to their Great Mother of Gods, Cybele. Christians celebrated this festival on the fourth Sunday in Lent in honour of Mary, mother of Christ. In England this holiday was expanded to include all mothers and was called Mothering Sunday. In the United States, Mother's Day started nearly 150 years ago, when Anna Jarvis, an Appalachian homemaker, organized a day to raise awareness of poor health conditions in her community, a cause she believed would be best advocated by mothers. She called it "Mother's Work Day." Fifteen years later, Julia Ward Howe, a Boston poet, pacifist, suffragist, and author of the lyrics to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," organized a day encouraging mothers to rally for peace, since she believed they bore the loss of human life more harshly than anyone else. In 1905 when Anna Jarvis died, her daughter, also named Anna, began a campaign to memorialize the life work of her mother. Legend has it that young Anna remembered a Sunday school lesson that her mother gave in which she said, "I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mother's day. There are many days for men, but none for mothers." Mother's Day has flourished in the United States and all over the world. In fact, the second Sunday of May has become the most popular day of the year to dine out, and telephone lines record their highest traffic, as sons and daughters everywhere take advantage of this day to honour and to express appreciation of their mothers. -123holiday.net



Ode To Mothers!
Michael Jeffrey Gale

Blue birds and Blue Jays just flappin'inthe wind,
They are one of nature's most beautifulwhims!
For hath the music in all our hearts,
Going thru life with minimal smarts!

God's overseeing everything about us,
While man is busy, creating a fuss!
Shaded trees are down by the river,
As a crying child's finger is in pain froma sliver.

As he fusses and cringes at all his discomfort and disdain,
All that is in his mind,
is all the frustrational pain!
For without his mother's tenderly care,

Easing the pain with love that is beyond total,
and incomprehensible,
devotional compare!
Alas! Dear mothers, are lovingly there!

A Message to My Mother
hank williams, sr.
take this message to my mother
It will fill her heart with joy
tell her that I’ve met my saviour
God has saved her wand’ring boy.

the tears and sorrow I have caused her.
How I wish I could repay
But tell her I’ll be waiting for her
We’ll meet in heaven some glad day.
How she cried when I left her
I know it filled her heart with pain
She said, son, please don’t leave me
For we may never meet again.

Years have passed since that parting
But I know she waits and prays
Soon I’ll cross that dark river
Please let her know that I was saved.

So, here we have a bit of Mothers day history, a Poem and a Song. Now I would like to put my personal touch to it. I was born on the 10th of March 1979. Momzy says they were at a bowels match when her contractions started. She says the nurses were watching The Saint. It was a Saturday evening. Pacing up and down the corridor she decided she needed the loo… I guess I was almost born in a toilet

I was her problem child. At age three I developed asthma, I almost died. Then a few years later I got stung by a honey bee, I almost died… again. The doctors said if it weren’t for her quick thinking and keeping her cool under pressure, I would have died. When I started school they discovered I had dyslexia. She would sit in the evenings with me bribing me with Jelly Tots to get me to read. They’re still my favourite sweets. I guess sometimes she would rather have wanted to ring my neck then give me sweets, but she didn’t. The saying “I Brought you in to this world, and I will take you out again” comes to mind. Then when I was a little older she would write me letters, she said came from a gremlin that lived in het typewriter at work, to get me to read.

When I turned 21 I moved to Sun City, in a very compulsive move. I know by her reaction that she was very worried but even more disappointed. She’s always been more worried about me then any of her other children. She would phone Miss bossy boots once a week just the here how I was doing. Even when I was much older.

I know that most of the gray hairs on her head is there because of me and I know some of the calluses on her knees’ of spending nights praying’ are because of me, but a couple of the wrinkles around her eyes, I know are also there because of me. I know I’ve brought you lots of tears, tears of sadness, tears of frustration but also tears of joy. Tears form laughing so much you want to wet yourself.

She always says she hopes one day I’ll have a daughter just like me, so I would know what she had to go through. I hope that one day I would be able to be at lest half the mom she’s been. I'm truly blessed and I Love you Mom.







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