A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what mayFor nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,And it never fails or falterseven though the heart is breaking . . .It believes beyond believingwhen the world around condemns,And it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .It is far beyond defining,it defies all explanation,And it still remains a secretlike the mysteries of creation . . .A many splendoured miracleman cannot understandAnd another wondrous evidenceof 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...