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Daemon
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 12:00:00 AM
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A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
Mehrdad77
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 3:33:12 AM

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All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Abraham Lincoln
Bully_rus
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 3:50:06 AM
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Holy mackerel! If there's a holy thing in these unholy times...
monamagda
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 7:28:22 AM

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From: A poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge,

THE TREE GRAVES
A fragment of a Sexton's tale

PART I


The grapes upon the Vicar's wall
Were ripe as ripe could be;
And yellow leaves in sun and wind
Were falling from the tree.

On the hedge-elms in the narrow lane
Still swung the spikes of corn:
Dear Lord! it seems but yesterday--
Young Edward's marriage-morn.

Up through that wood behind the church,
There leads from Edward's door
A mossy track, all over boughed,
For half a mile or more.

And from their house-door by that track
The bride and bridegroom went;
Sweet Mary, though she was not gay,
Seemed cheerful and content.

But when they to the church-yard came,
I've heard poor Mary say,
As soon as she stepped into the sun,
Her heart it died away.

And when the Vicar join'd their hands,
Her limbs did creep and freeze;
But when they prayed, she thought she saw
Her mother on her knees.

And o'er the church-path they returned--
I saw poor Mary's back,
Just as she stepped beneath the boughs
Into the mossy track.

Her feet upon the mossy track
The married maiden set:
That moment--I have heard her say--
She wished she could forget.

The shade o'er-flushed her limbs with heat--
Then came a chill like death:
And when the merry bells rang out,
They seemed to stop her breath.

Beneath the foulest mother's curse
No child could ever thrive:
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.


So five months passed: the mother still
Would never heal the strife;
But Edward was a loving man,
And Mary a fond wife.
...............

http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/3940/
NeuroticHellFem
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 9:53:15 AM

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This quote instantly made me think of the quote from the movie The Crow: "Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children." I googled it to get the wording right, it seems it's originally a quote from Thackeray.

I love Coleridge, but I haven't come upon this quote before, thanks monamagda for the excerpt.
johnfl
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 3:53:41 PM

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WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT OUR MOTHERS. MAYBE A LITTLE TWINKLE IN OUR FATHERS EYE, OR A GLISSENING THOUGHT OF AN ANGELS SMILE. WITHOUT OUR MOTHER WE WOULD BE NOT,NONE OR ANYTHING.
ddaniel
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 4:32:02 PM

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I'm a daddy, and that is so...so...so true
gerry
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 4:55:04 PM
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Only one Mother but a few dads
Gary98
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 6:04:38 PM

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Mothers are all working, Dads are fooling around here.
Virginia Lathan
Posted: Monday, July 6, 2015 10:58:54 PM

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I think what makes a mother holy and worthy of being a mother is the love and commitment she brings to the nurturing of her child. My friend, Laverne, adopted her daughter. The child was three years old at the time. Her first connection with the child was when the little girl called her “mama” at a picnic. The child was in the foster-care system. Laverne began to feel an undeniable closeness to the child and decided to get her foster-care license so she could parent her. That led to her adopting the girl. Years later when the Laverne and her daughter were talking, and reflecting back on the day they met, the girl said, “I used to call a lot of other women mama too, but you were the only one who reached back to me.” Laverne said, “Yeah, I did. I just felt this overwhelming love for you and this strong desire to mother you. So I had to make it happen."

So, to borrow some wisdom, I once heard from someone I can't remember..."Even though the child had grown in another woman’s womb, from that day to this, she grew in the heart of the woman who has been committed to loving and nurturing her as they experience their lives together."
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