Mother

This one is for my Mom, the best in the world. Not only a great mother but an inspiration for other women. You are the best!

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that's O.K."

....... Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him,
he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......
"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringl y....

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

BREAKING OUT

The below poem is very close to how i feel nowdays, work, life, the world getting to me:

Sunshine on my pillow,
Tear stains on my sheet;
Another lonely night,
Another morning to greet.

Get up ... Go to work ...
Fight the bustling thong.
Another day ... Another dollar ...
It's gone on far too long!

I'm breaking out!
I'm breaking free!
I'm gonna bewhatever is me.
I'm going to love to love,
And hate to hate,
And leave my destiny
To a thing called fate.

Watch the flowers grow.
Watch the children touch.
Feel my soul grow wider.
And be so very much.

I'm breaking out!
I'm breaking free!
I'll live my lifegentle and easy.
I'll live with style,
And sing my songs
Loud and clear
To those bustling thongs.

And one of these days,
They'll break out, too,
And see the truth:
To be you is true.

By: Ron Carnell