Melissa Sue Platt

 

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you.

 

 

 

Tiny Footprints on a Mother's Heart

When a baby arrives,
be it for a day, a month, a year or more,
or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment-
the fragile spark of a tender soul
the secret swell of a new pregnancy
the goldfish flutter known to only you-
you are unmistakeningly changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as Mother.

God took the fragrance of a flower,the majesty of a tree,the gentleness of morning dew,the calm of a quiet sea,the beauty of the twilight hour,the soul of a starry night,the laughter of a rippling brook,the grace of a bird in flight,the tender care of an angel*Melissa*,the faith of a mustard seed,the patience of eternity,the depth of a family's need,then God fashioned from these things a creation of no other, and when His masterpiece was through,He simply called it MOTHER.

I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day:) I will be thinking and praying for you and your family. I know our angels will be watching over us on this day. 

My heart aches that we must spend another Mother's Day without
our children here physically with us, but pray that precious memories warm your heart along with the loving presence of
your beautiful daughter Melissa.

Hugs,
Dianne