
A mother is as different from anything else that God ever thought of, as can possibly be. She is a distinct and individual creation. When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly--so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception. A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he/she is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his/her cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion or the gentle chidings of the best friend that God ever gives us.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.I always see heaven at the feet of my mother.
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