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This is one of the last good pictures of my Mom. She passed away on March fifth 2014.
If there is one thing in this world that every human being can agree on, it is the love of a mother for her children. It is a universal truth and maybe a place to start to see some light in this contentious world of ours.
Take a look around the world,
other’s lives are so different from ours.
The different flags that are unfurled,
and how we wish on different stars.
The life of a Bedouin on the land,
is different from a factory worker in Moscow.
A child in Poland sees very little sand,
and people in the Sudan survive somehow.
It was Kennedy that said that we breath the same air,
is that all that we have in common?
What we see as wrong they see as fair,
we need something to prove we’re all human.
There is one thing that is the same,
no matter where you roam.
The one thing that takes credit, not blame,
for turning a house into a home.
Everywhere you look on this planet of ours
you see one thing that rises above,
the difference in politics, religion, and cars,
and that’s the constant of a mother’s love.
There is nowhere you can go and not see the scene
of a mother rocking a child to sleep.
From the desert sands to Ireland’s green,
a mother’s love is a love we all keep.
We have one day in May to thank Mom for everything she has done;
it should be a celebration of our common thread.
Mother’s Day should be a world day for as sure as we’re lit by the sun,
that all over the world, at the end of the day, it’s Mom that will put us to bed.