A rose for your Pocket Part 1

The thougth 'Mother' cannot be seperated from that of 'Love'. Love is sweet, tender and delicious. Iwthour love, a child cannot flower, an adult cannot mature. Without love, we weaken, wither.

the day my mother died, I made this entry in my journal : "The greatest miisfortune of my life has come!" Even on old person, when he loses his mother, doesn't feel ready. he too has the impression that he is not yet ripe, that he is suddenly alone. He feels as abandoned and unhappy as a young orphan.

All songs and peoms prasing motherhood are beautiful, effortlessly beautiful. Even songwrites and pots witthout much talent seem to pour their hearts into these works, and when they are recited or sung, the performers also seem deeply moved, unless they have loss their mother too early even to know what love for mother is. Writings extolling the virtues of motherhood has existed since the beginning of time throughtout the world.
When i was a child, i heard a simple poem about losing your mother, and it is still very important for me. If your mother is still alive, you may feel tenderness each time you read this, fearing this distant yet inevitable event.



that year, although i
was still very young
my mother left me,
and i realised

that i was an orphan. Everone around me was crying,
i suffered in silence...

allowing the tears to flow,
i felt my pain soften.
Evening enveloped Mother's tomb,
the pagoda bell rang seewtly.

i realized that to lose you mother,
is to lose the whole universe.

We swim in a world of tender love for many years, and without even knowing it, we are quite happy there. Only after it is too late do we bacome aware of it.

People in the countryside do not understand the complicated laguage of city people. When people from the city say that mother is ' a treasure of love ', that is already too complex for them. Country people in Vietnam compare their mothers to the finest varieties of bananas of to honey, sweet rice or sugar cane. They express their love in these simple and direct ways. For me, a mother is like a ba huong banana of the highest quality, like the best nep mot sweet rice, the most delicious mia lau sugar cane!

There are moments after a fever when you have a bitter, flat taste in your mouth. Only when your mother comes and tucks you in, put her hand on your burning forehead ( Is it really a hand, or is it the silk of heaven?), and gently whispered, "My poor darling!" do you feel restored, surrounded with the sweetness of maternal love. Her love is so fragrant, like a banana, like sweet rice, like sugar cane.

Father's work is enourmous, as huge as a mountain. Mother's devotion is overflowing, like water from a mountain spring. Maternal love is our first taste of love, the origin of all feelings of love. Our mother is the first who teaches us love, the most important subject in life. Without my mother, i would never have known how to love.

Thanks to her i can love my neighbours.
Thanks to her I can love all living beings.
Through her I acquired my first notions of understanding and compassion.

Mother is the foundation of all love, and many religious traditions regonize this and pay deep honor to a maternal figure, the Virgin Mary, the godess Kwan Yin. Hardly an infant has opened her mouth to cry wothout her mother already running to the cradle. Mother is a gentle and sweet spirit who makes unhapiness and worries disappear. When the word " Mother" is unttered, already we feel our heart overflowing with love. From love, the distance to belief and action is verys short.