A Special Mother's Day Tribute
Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay
And taught my pretty how to play
And minded all I have to say,
My Mother, my Mother
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell
Or kissed the place to make it well
My Mother, my Mother.
~Ann Taylor
Note: A song I learned when I was 9 years old at school in Grade 3 from an old country town school of Karomatan, Lanao del Norte. My teacher was Mrs Gloria R Alagar. A tribute to my dearest Mother, to all the Mothers and to my dear favourite teacher who taught us this song. I still remember this song after 49 years since learning it by heart. I also taught this song to my children whom I requested to sing when I celebrated my 50th birthday while we still lived in Orange. They surprised a handful of our chosen guests for that special Winter Night celebration held at Millthorpe's little town cafe.
"I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again." ~William Penn
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5/9/11
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