We were all not born if there were no parents. And without the grace of heaven and care of parents we won’t grow up.
To them, we all rely upon and have gratitude for raising us, nurtured and teach us. And we all sheltered and supported by their virtues. Being nursed, given profound care, and raised with kindness are difficult to repay. Even if one were to give all manners of worldly offerings, one would still be unable to repay such kindness.
Remembering my mother, I wrote this article last night, to say goodnight, as I used to do when I was a child, my mother said.
Claudia is her name. I felt that a mother really ‘knows best.’ She treasured me like a precious gem. She nursed me and did not tire. She sent me to school and began to study as I grew. Sometimes she would wait for me in the doorway when I would come home late.
I love you Nanay Claudia 💖
To My Mother (A Poem)
By Edgar Allan Poe (1809-49)
(This poem was dedicated to two mothers. His real mother and the mother of his wife.)
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you - You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you. In setting my Virginias sprit free
My mother- my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself;
but you, Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
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