MOTHER

^{The highest love, and the greatest challenge for it forces mother to look at her own reflection every minute of the day. Seeing in her child a point of contact with the world, calling back memories of sweet youth and dreaming beautiful dreams living in posterity.} 

^{HAPPY MOTHERS DAY}

^{_{AS fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest}}

In one of thine, from that which thou departest;

And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest

Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.

Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:

Without this, folly, age and cold decay:

If all were minded so, the times should cease

And threescore year would make the world away.

Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,

Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish:

Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;

Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:

She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby

Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

SHAKESPARE #XI