The day i heard my baby chuckle!
The happiest hour, one of the most happiest day,
My heart did see when you were born this day.
I laid a gentle kiss upon your sweet tiny brow,
Felt your baby soft fingers and made a vow.
I clasped you tight and felt your angelic baby’s breath,
Visioned, my dream will be seen in you till my death.
Soon you became my starry hope and my greatest pride,
To sail life’s journey and brave every stormy tide.
Years, decades have flown and as a mum you stand today.
Scattering sweet scented fragrance along the way,
You bloomed to be our towering strength, to rise,
The light of our lives it is really, really no surprise.
Your kids dainty steps are like the silvery gleams,
A language that conveys life is more than a dream.
A devotional mother, you blossomed to the kids delight,
And no words can express your strong commitments height.
Dearer to me as you extend your young motherhood to me,
Filling my aching heart with a mother I lost, so mother
May you be blessed with the best from Heavens above
Daughter dear I wish you good health and plenty of love
A happy bday and many more to come with happiness galore
May Every dawning day greet you with pleasant surprise and more
My precious Meli may Allah bless you and your teen kids
And ease your lives in the long long road with no danger.
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Happy Bday Across the Sand Dunes...4th Feb 2011
Melina
The ticking of the clock n soon came the beautiful day,
Laughter, cries, tears, cheers, memries to treasure till this day.
Many years and with sweetness, you kissed my tears away.
The smile upon your face, my fears had less chances to stay.
And now I... awake.. it is reality, as into the world outside,
You bravely travel, on your own, confused i step aside.
My job will be, still always undone, though decades fly.....
Perfected a quality, good grace with a dignified style,
Chin up.. you gently tread with your loyal sis and angelic kids
Another year, another bday and many surprise awaits you.
Your sis, couzin, aunt n kids in Wet Lanka have plans too...
From across the seas a special cake comes with all our love
God almighty shower the best of blessing from heavens above
Good luk good health peace of mind happiness... galore
A leader, a mentor, majestically you stand and you i adore.
Happy Bday Sweet Melina....the best daughter ever!
loving you the wonderful prize
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An Angel Came..4th Feb....
?4th February....A golden afternoon.. In my heart lingers memories of that day
Not so long ago the sweet cry that rings in my ear
Is a melody so sweet bringing thoughts of that year
Memories of my little girl happiness and pride
Her very first day at school and tears I did hide
Holding hands walking with her made me glad
Thoughts of soon a lady she be made me sad
Into her class I did go she looked straight at me
Mum please forever you must always with me be
A kiss I laid on her cheek with whispers of love
The look of trust she shared I treasure it till now
Memories of that day will never ever go away
In my heart it lingers a sweetness to this day
Time whizzed by and came the day I did cry
All dressed in white in another's arms oh..I did sigh
With hopes for the best she walked away
Tears flowed will she have happiness to stay
Two lovely kids for the flavor to fill the cup of joy
A fragrance of love that none can destroy
She stands with chin held high and now alone
Proud mum with her kids so tall and grown
Side by side together they make her so happy
Dearest daughter you mean the world to me
You drive me crazy yet you are my dearest love
A treasured prize god gifts from above
As you blow the many candles to celebrate
I am so glad that I made it to see this date
Happy bday and may you have many more
Good health peace of mind forever ever more starry days may you always see..today tomorrow and wherever you may be
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Lament
PEACE, your little child is dead:
Peace, I cannot weep with you;
I have no more tears to shed;
I have mourned my baby too—
I, that ne'er was wooed or wed.
Love has looked within your eyes,
Love has filled your hungry heart;
You have borne the babe, your prize;
You have blossomed, done your part,
Though the flower faded lies.
But to me was love denied—
God had said it might not be;
Still my hungry hopes abide;
All the motherhood in me
Aches—and starves, unsatisfied.
How my soul has yearned for thee,
Sweet, sweet unborn child of mine!
How thy life would tenderly
Round thy mother's life entwine—
Hope of hopes that may not be.
How thy hands would pluck my breast!
I have felt them o'er and o'er,
And thy soft, sweet skin caressed,
Baby mine I never bore!
Did I dream so?—dreams are best.
You have nothing now to fear,
Mother; you have fondled him,
Held his pretty face so near,
Laid your lips to each soft limb—
He is dead, but he was dear.
You have something you may mourn,
Some sweet memory to kiss;
I am lonelier, more forlorn;
God has left me only this—
My sweet babe that was not born.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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To My Mom
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of 'Mother, '
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
poem by Ricky Baker
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To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Makes you one completely
Makes you one completely.
Happy Anniversary To A Wonderful Couple
Lorna Layman and Dough de zilwa
44 years...almost half a century of glorious days
where stars did not struggle to shine....all the way
The special joys of sharing life's long journey together...
Braving its ups and downs with a love that was forever
...with the warm sweetness that touched your young heart
Many years ago when the journey you did boldy start
Today, May it replay gentle memroies that brought you together
Of the sweetest fragrance that dominated your lives forever.
Kids for the flavor with sweet memories made of bliss
A journey that started honorably and with a tender kiss!
Happy Wedding Anniversary and may you r journey be filled with more sweet fraagrance of love
from all of us in Riaydh
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My Real Goddess
Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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A Mother's Heart.
Mother's heart is always so PURE,
That always makes you CURE.
Mother's heart always WORRIES,
When she hears kids QUERIES.
Mother's heart is always with COMFORT,
When kids are in TROUBLE.
Mother's heart is always STRONG,
When we try to mend our WRONGS.
Mother's heart is always at TASK,
When we always ASK.
Mother's heart is always at CALL,
When we always FALL.
Mother's heart is always RIGHT,
When we take things LIGHT.
And if I had a choice of Mother's -
You would be the on I'd select.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Life....Sweet Fragrance of A Womans Touch!
The Fragrance of A Womans Way Of Life
Mother/Teacher/Wife/Woman/Daughter
of
All Seasons and Reasons
Let it be Winter Spring, Summer, or Fall
She will nurture each dawning day with quality call
Wearing the fragrance of (Islam) faith trust and love
Lending her breath and time, a gift from heaven above
From dawn to dusk anxiously but gallantly slaves.
With no thought of resign but steadfastly she braves
In the darkest hour that flickers, she is the silver lining.
Weaving velvety, magical words, when hopes are dying.
Painting clear bright colors to richness, a happiness flowers
And meals to taste in the kitchen she devotedly hovers
Her touch, perfected, with an ever glowing radiance,
The beauty of her undying love, she scatters with elegance.
With comforting over worked hands, she cradles all troubles.
Despite the number, even if it scores by the doubles.
Elevates her man and shields him from stormy rough days
Preserving his honor dignity name and fame all the way
Clearing doubts confusion that’s unkindly fed to grow
Preventing displeasure, discomforts that sometimes do flow...
The investment is immense and a herculean task it takes
Dawn to dusk a teacher, wife, a maid, mother, daughter she makes
Long years she strives, straight spoken words, genuinely
Kids cling on to her amazing strength, so confidently
Till the journey sees its end she will not, never retreat
Head held high she will keep a sail in his majestic fleet
Unstained melody, a teacher, wife, mother daughter will always be
Through the ages, till end of time forever will be.
Turning to GOD as part of her perfected unique talent
Winter, Spring Summer or Fall is flawless, with determination spent.
Create Date: Tuesday, April 20,2010
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My KG's 1999..2010 Horizon International School
My Horizon Kindergarten Kids..1999-2010
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My Unseen Earthly Angelic Strength....
When alone sad and double troubled
I walk in dark, with everything scrambled
I stumnble with a lot of scope
reaching out for the wonders of hope
And it is in my KG's i am truly bound
Love respect and happiness sound
Like natures light that keeps aglow
In my heart and mind forever more
tears of joy streaming down stain my face
As their ever smilng eyes, my world embrace
Unknown of the evils of this worldy life.
My Kg's hug me with no touch of stirfe
Summer Winter Spring or Fall they do not hesitate
The richness of peace in their hearts to celebrate
Children are the truly greatest gift of God
I am blessed to be live with them..thank God
This is the end result of my quest.
Chidlren are angelic and the best.
Create Date: Saturday, April 17,2010
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Mothers Are Not Alike
God blessed and made her a woman
to conceive and deliver ‘twin babies’.
Such baby-girls some long to have
and some are cursed not to have.
Schemes are plenty to help grow these girls.
When animals too feed the kids of other,
a beastly mother slit the throat of one baby-girl,
born to her two weeks back with a blade.
Her mother-in-law suffocated the second baby.
What a heart these have to irk the Creator Himself!
Slipping through the discharge chute
in the toilet of the running train,
her sudden-born baby
fell on to the tracks.
Rinku flung herself from the train
to rescue her babe.
She never thought of pulling the chain
to stop the speeding train.
Mother and her babe are safe! A miracle!
What a mother the baby is fortunate to have!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Happiest Day, the Happiest Hour
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd- fell
An essence- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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the Happeist Day' - Edgar A. Poe
The happiest day - the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day - the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see - have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt - that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd - fell
An essence - powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
- Edgar Allen Poe
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Daughter...Best Friend Sister Mother to Me...My Precious Melina
Melina...My Daughter, Best Friend, Sister and Mother To Me.
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Melina....the superstar of my life...
You walked along with me and soon became my great friend
Then hurt walked left a shattered life we have much to mend
Youthful life, kids to guide, a great toll in your hands lay,
With every fall you must rise a Herculean Task you got to play
Precious jewel, indeed a God's Blesings a wonder like you.
I awake to cross the line of our next phase, though i fear it so
Its time to let go, the many decisions, you must make
No longer to soon, to lose you to the world outside, a step i take
You gave me time, now i step behind, as u travel on your own
My job will be, still undone, even with the years fast flown.....
Perfected with unspoken pain, a quality, a style, and good grace.
May God be with you, as with dignity you softly tread in life's race
love Mum
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Because..The Sweet Fragrance of Love
Because of The Fragrance Of Love.
Here and there, life had a sad lonely blend with a gleaming splendor
Diminishing a temporary volcano threat, that did strongly bother
Strong, compassionate, feelings modestly clothed with harmony..
A joyous glow, an avenue, kissed by a gentle breeze with serenity..
Magical thoughts, touching like a dainty feather, the dove of peace,
Calms the rising tension and happiness triumphantly released.
A journey filled with long unanswered questions, do surely awake,
But the fruit of discipline with dignity flowers, help to lesser mistake,
A devotion steady, act reaped results rich, in a soft style.
Liberated, from the confusion, with a blossoming radiant smile.
A fragrant feeling, emotional glory, a power bravely did lend.
Priceless a faith a trust a love, blissful happiness cant comprehend
Feelings gently unfold with delight, sharing sweet sweet, memories
One love, two children, two grand children, a flavor that never did cease!
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The Source
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where
it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it
comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young
pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he
sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs-does
anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was
a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on
baby's limbs.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Our baby boy....
When your mother was crying in pain,
I took her to hospital, then I heard your
mother's loud scream along with your soft cry
Your mother brought you into this world as an angel.
You were lying next to your mother innocently
My son, your cry brought tears of love in my eyes
When I looked at you first my heart filled with happiness
You were looking very healthy boy
You were trying to look at me through your fresh new eyes
I saw your tiny legs were rocking in the air
and your tiny hands were clapping for me
I gave one of my fingers to you to hold and you held me tightly
and you want to kiss my finger too
When I wrap you in my arms I felt that my dream come true
We waited for you so long and your arrival made our house lighten
God has listen to our prayers and given you as his gift.
I will be watching you growing up and teach you all the good things
You will be learning all the best and I am sure that you will show me
your best when you wear your cap and gown on your graduation day.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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War Baby
He's fast asleep and in his dreams
No sounds of rockets, no distant screams
The sun is bright, the skies are blue
There's a playground now that he's running to
Oh War Baby, if only you could see
That dream is real in the land of the free
Oh War Baby, please don't despair
Take my hand and I'll lead you there
He awakens now as the ground starts to shake
Moments before swimming a crystal blue lake
His Mother takes him, his Father long gone
He looks in her eyes Mummy please be strong
Oh War Baby, just five years old,
Listen to Mummy, do as your told
Oh War Baby, you know nothing more
Since you were born the World is at war
They run to a shelter, he looks around
A large explosion, a familiar sound
The skies burst open raining stones and dust
He whispers to Mummy be strong, we must we MUST
Oh War baby, we watch you grow older
Yours eyes lose their innocence, your heart grows colder
Oh War Baby, what's that in your hand?
A man with a gun, it's time to make a stand
The man with a gun, he throws it away
Through whistles and gunfire, he builds a swing so kids can play
He doesn't feel it, the bullet that struck
He's out of time and out of luck
Oh War Baby, if only you can see
They finished the playground so kids can play free
Oh War Baby, a breath of happiness at a price you paid
Why can no one see the pain and sadness this war has made?
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The Crown Of Life
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!
His little head upon my arm,
His little body soft and warm,
His little feet that cannot stand
Held in the heart of this, my hand.
His little mouth close on my breast--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day
Are very faint and far away,
Yet you some day will stand upright
And fight God's foes, in manhood's might,
You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
Whatever grief may come to be
This hour divine goes on for me.
All glorious is my little span,
Since I, like God, have made a man,
A little image of God's best--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears,
Come endless chain of empty years;
They cannot take away the hour
That gives me You--my bird, my flower!
Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
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Barbican Hall...Melina Walks the Red Carpet..10th Marcg 2008
Melina walks the Red Carpet of Barbcan Hall 10th March 2008
Smiling face she stood on the danger slope
Grasping her innocent kids, her only young hope
Inhuman gales that did ghastly moanest loud
Fictitious pathetic songs and sullen dark clouds
Did not, could not Melina's dream ever drain
She gracefully walked along the red carpet to her gain
Into History her dream n she made her fame
Her descendants be, proud of her dignity and name!
Her journey once again filled with glowing radiance
With the flavor of the sweetest melodious fragrance.
Her two kids and sis she stood that special glorious eve
With cap and gown she faced Princess Ann Majestically.
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