It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
The top photo was taken by my brother Matthew, a couple of years ago, on Caldy Island, off the coast of West Wales, showing me and Jane, my Mother.
This picture was taken way back when! It's baby-me and my mother, Jane on a beach:
This was my 'other' mother, my Grandmother, Betty Brown, strawberry picking! My Nanna & Me:
To complete the maternal line, this is my Great-Grandmother, my Grandmother's mother and my mother's grandmother. This is Nanna 'Pow' as I don't think I could say her name at the time! Me & Nanna Powell:
Finally, 30 years later, me and my mum in Brecon, South Wales, last summer:
Happy Mother's Day everyone. Treasure the one's you have, remember the one's lost...
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