There's a cord that binds a mother
to the dhild she bore and reared.
A cord that can't be broken,
that makes her child so very dear.

Neither geography nor graphis ahve the least effect--
what once was total adoration
evolves somehow into respect.

The transition isn't easy for either side, I suppose.
Watch mother Mary in The Passion of The Christ
and observe how deep love grows.

She couldn't stop His suffering, His agony or His pain.
Yet she ran to Him instinctively as He stumbled in that dusty lane.

Before His earthly ministry, they shared a love so rare and true .
A mirror image of the love, son, I now share with you.

Go in peace--Mom 5/18/04