This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
(Sting)
Happy Mommy's weekend to all Mommies of the world. Correction!
I should say... to every human being in the world. It's very simple. Everyone of us has a mother, even though not all of us have the privilege to have our mothers around in the world today. For those of us who still do, please go give them loving squeezes. For Mommies who are in Heaven, let's give them spiritual hugs and remember the loving moments.
Desert roses have thick strong solid trunks ... just like our Moms; with their values, wisdom, and love
A mother's love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. (Marion Garretty, author)
Desert roses thrive on heat and lots of light... just like our Moms; strong in facing challenges with positive attitudes and teachings.
My Mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual, and physical education I received from her. (George Washington, U.S President)
Desert roses are enduring flowers... just like our Moms. How many times have you disappointed her? Plenty. And, how many times has she stopped loving you? NEVER!
A mother's heart is a patchwork of love. (Anonymous)
Desert roses are unique, beautiful, sacred, and can live for hundred of years... just like our Moms; I believe they will forever look out for us even when they are no longer with us on earth.
Is my mother my friend? I would have to say, first of all she is my mother, with a capital "M"; she is something sacred to me. I love her dearly.. yes she is also a good friend, someone I can talk openly to if I wanted to. (Sophia Loren, actress)
However tough you think a Desert Rose is, it does lose its leaves during cold spells... so guard your Rose with the warmth of your love and attention at all times, not this just weekend.
It's because... being a Mother, her heart is no longer hers; it wanders wherever her children are or go. (Nikhil Saluja)
Being a mother is indeed a lifelong under-paid 'job' and honestly, 'payment' is super cheap, if you think about it. Payment is just PURE LOVE. Will you start paying up?
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
Sweet desert rose
(Sting)
This is my "desert rose" of my mom. Every jewel represents the support, the love, the teaching, the protection, the prayer... for my growing soul.
Thanks MOM, you are my jewel and my rock of foundation.
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