5/11, the second Sunday of May is mother’s day. To me it just gives me an opportunity to write something for my mother.
My mother could do very good sowing and made clothes for us until I entered my junior school. Now she even can’t make thread through the eye of needle, I know it is time that makes her sight bad.
Mother, Mum, mama…nearly all the mother’s calling have the same tone, which means mothers around this world are all the same: gentle, giving, kind, and love their child.
Someone says:”God can’t be everywhere so he created mother” Yes, mother was born to protect us, give all that she has and don’t ask for any things by return.
My mother, with wrinkles on forehead, big eyes deeply in the face, is becoming old. I just realized: yes, that young lady has gone and this old woman left. Time makes its trace on her body. But I also know she never lose her beauty, she just move all her pretty points from face to heart.Sometimes she may forget something, but always remember to give me a call on my birthday. I was born in such a family: not rich but full of understanding, giving and love.
Sometimes I will ask mother for some good suggestions. Though she is not well educated, she is experienced. Truth is if she can’t judge somebody, chance is nobody else can!
Maybe one day I will build my own family, maybe I will be lonely for a lifetime, but anyway I know mother is still there waiting for me to come back, warm soup and hot food are always ready…
There is more to say about my lovely mother, but it is enough now. Since the greatest love is too hard to say or write. Only action can really explain it…
Remember to appreciate your mother not only on mother’s day, but EVERYDAY!

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