My Most Loved Mum....

This is the SAME POEM as "Most Loving, Most Loved, My Loved Mum".... Please, have a read, thank you. Thinking about the past I will add the present now the answer is oft tomorrow with the most painful sorrows not to mend or bend it´s an overcrowded box with loads when her eyes are just ailing, she cannot keep smiling she cannot write all the while even walking with her mobile is already disturbing i really have to deal with this lady i have never put her in the same row as another deity as the others do in their intense insanity i promised her twice every day to pray she is cute, sweetest and worldly wise but never sophisticated as my most beloved Mama.... only with this small difference my beloved mother has a blissful appearance and a lot of tolerance and forbearance my most beloved mother has constantly done her duties as my constituency, she is the largest mental shelter of all sorts of shortcomings and ailments complete texts from the Bible or in fragments she has constantly sent to me huge post, all times with cum laude, God´s Love as The most yes, sir, she stands tallest and more she presents the Words of our dear Lord con amore (with love) one thing i regret most and that i would like to reveal i still hope that i will stay in the constant appeal with her rock-proof Exemplary power as such as my most beloved mother as my most diligent psychotherapist of my necessary mental treasure that has given me the most devoted pleasure.... Thinking about the earliest past the present has been added at last the answer is already visible most painful worries, entirely gone this is the greatest Miracle, invaluable.... Pipi, while walking with Sylvie on this emotional path to the day that Jesus will ascend to heaven a.s. May 10...1985 years ago,33 years young.... MyNOTE: Mum died three days after Easter some years ago I owe you all the next other Great Miracles, thank you. © Sylvia Frances Chan Dutch poet, evangelist, cartoonist, designer art painter photographer world traveler