DEAR MOTHER - "If Time Allows"

Dear mother, God knows I've loved you,

He's been my witness, He has been my proof.

And I wanted you to see and feel all the love I had for you.

Just to have told you that I loved you mother, was the least that I could do.

Even though words move me emotionally,

And seem to have a way; I only used them to express my heart,

And my deep down sentiments.

Without words I seem lost mother, and without them - I am.

You raised a heart of words mother, but this heart of mine spelled love.

And it wasn't just the plain love, but it was filled with so many different whys:

I've loved you as a mother, and as a child of God's;

I've loved you on holidays, when all your love was so encouraging.

I loved you on your birthdays, thanking God I had not lost you.

I've loved you in so many ways mother, that 'words' alone simply could not say.

And what's more mother, the more I matured - the more I could not help but love you.

They've gone hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

I simply could not grow without loving you more -

Words which enhanced my reactions to please you most, as each day arrived and passed.


I've been a 'HEART OF NOTES' mother.


Time can be beautiful as it grows among the stars,

And as it yarns and stretches within ones life.

Time can be more beautiful than the world has ever lived,

If it is learned and spent well before it reaches it's limit.

For time allows a lifetime of happiness to those -

Who've learned to properly use it.

And for those who scheme and abuse it,

Sooner or later bears it's deadening scars.

For time allows a many things about it's borders,

And carries a many pains within it's powers.

Yet, time too has it's limits, as it holds no reins in death, just death.

Time allows a world its breath of life - its activities both calm and wild,

Sweet and evil. Time allows for baptism and to be reborn in the Holy Spirit.

And to the contrary: time allows for the sinful, rotting of the soul.

Time allows hunger to turn starvation, and greed into extreme selfishness.

Time allows for upheavals and wars, for documents, treaties, and peace.