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The Waves

The little waves ran up the sand,
All rippling, bright and gay.
But they were little robbers,
For they stole the sand away,
And when they'd tossed it all about,
They piled it in the bay.

One day, there came a clever man;
He walked along the shore,
And when he saw the crested waves
Creep higher than before,
Said he, "I'll build a harbor wall,
And you'll come here no more."

So then he started working;
Stone after stone he brought.
The little waves beat at the wall;
By day and night they fought,
Their white hair streaming in the wind,
Their manner quite distraught.

But when the wall was finished,
Like other of their ilk,
They tiptoed round the harbor
As sleek and smooth as silk,
And purred around the fishing boats,
Like kittens lapping milk.

Gertrude M. Jones

HANDS

 A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in!

A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship winning.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two! fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will
produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears,

your hopes, your dreams, your families

and your relationships in God's hands because...
It depends whose hands it's in.

There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.

There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.

For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.

When me prayers were poorly said 
Who tucked me in me widdle bed 
And spanked me till me arse was red,

 Me Mudder! 

Who took me from me cozy cot 
And put me on the ice cold pot 
And made me pee when I could not,

Me Mudder! 

And when the morning light would come 
And in me crib me dribbled some 
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,

Me Mudder! 
  

Who would me hair so neatly part 
And hug me gently to her heart 
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,  

Me Mudder! 

Who looked at me with eyebrows knit 
And nearly have a king size fit 
When in me Sunday pants me s*** ,  

Me Mudder! 

When at night her bed did squeak 
Me raised me head to have a peek 
Who yelled at me to go to sleep,  
 

Me Fadder!

I hope this keeps ya giggling all day.  

MOTHER

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is
this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is hard
And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But
the end will be better than the beginning.'

But the young mother was happy, and she would not
believe that anything could be better than these years. So she
played with her children, and gathered flowers for
them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and
the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,
'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was
dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,
'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.'

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and
the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.'
So the children climbed, and when they reached the top
they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.'

And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up
at the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my
children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.

Yesterday I gave them courage.
Today, I've given them strength.'

And the next day came strange clouds which darkened
the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped
and stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.
' And the children looked and saw above the clouds
an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the
darkness. And that night the Mother said,
'This is the best day of all, for
I have shown my children God.'

And the children said, 'You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.'
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her
but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She
is a living presence.......'

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. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love
and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you.

Not time, not space... not even death!

MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...