A MOTHER’S LOVE

Here is a poem, borrowed for this occasion:

A MOTHER’S LOVE

A Mother’s love is something

that no on can explain,

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~

Once she asked us, what would be our ultimate desires in our lives? What if we have earned crores of money? This was when the eldest of us was about 15. All three of us talked about the material wishes and all. Then she told us about her dream: All she wanted was to set up a big educational institute, which adopts poor girl children from their childhood, supports them, and takes care of them, till they pass out as graduates, get jobs and become independent. So noble; even at that time we were touched to hear that.