Sonnets are full of love . . .

 

 Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.  

~Christina Rossetti

   
 Happy Mother's Day everyone.     My computer is acting up this morning and I don't have a lot of time on Sunday mornings anyways, so I will keep it brief.   I wish for each of you a very special day.   I think my friend Angela summed it up very well . . .

For those women who are not traditional mothers, just know that mothers day is not just about women who are mums. It is about people who care for and nurture others. It is about loving your friends, your family and your others. So rather than it being a mothers day it should be a caring day. A day to appreciate and feel real gratitude for those who give love to all of us.  

I am grateful for all of the mum's in my life.

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . . . Streusel Topped Brownies.   Scrumdiddlyumptious!

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