Speaking of a mother's sacrifice and unconditional love, keeping her children feeling safe with the warmth of a smile. Labor, being the pains of labor of birth as well as commitment, sacrifices and devotion to raising her children. Learning independence as we grow into life, we rush to leave the homes our mothers have maintained warm and secure. Though in hind sight, after taking the hits of the real, not so kind world we've jumped into, we realize it was too soon to have left our comfortable homes, if we could only have stayed just a little longer.
As time goes by, our mothers age and become frail and those days of our youth can never be brought back. We now have to accept that our mothers will eventually leave us. The voices she will hear I have deducted must be the sound of the angels. In any case, whether angels or the sound of her children and grandchildren, her leaving now, being born into the afterlife, comes too soon.
Pretty song, but heart wrenching for a mammas boy like me. :-)
Speaking of a mother's sacrifice and unconditional love, keeping her children feeling safe with the warmth of a smile. Labor, being the pains of labor of birth as well as commitment, sacrifices and devotion to raising her children. Learning independence as we grow into life, we rush to leave the homes our mothers have maintained warm and secure. Though in hind sight, after taking the hits of the real, not so kind world we've jumped into, we realize it was too soon to have left our comfortable homes, if we could only have stayed just a little longer. As time goes by, our mothers age and become frail and those days of our youth can never be brought back. We now have to accept that our mothers will eventually leave us. The voices she will hear I have deducted must be the sound of the angels. In any case, whether angels or the sound of her children and grandchildren, her leaving now, being born into the afterlife, comes too soon. Pretty song, but heart wrenching for a mammas boy like me. :-)