Mother's Day Poem ♡

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me. 

♡ Happy Mothersday ♡

♥ Poem: It's a Brand New Day! ♥

Leave back all your worries and troubles of yesterday,
Make yourself a silent promise to make today a better day. 
Now my dear friend, a brand new day lays ahead of you,
Face it with pride, because it is a gift and is totally new. 
May all your goals and ambitions for the day be set,
I wish you have an amazing day and a night without regrets.

Top of the morning to you my dear Friends!
Wishing you an awesome day, make the best of it :-)

Hugs & kisses,
Sabine

Have a blessed day! xxx

Poem: I Picked A Flower

I picked a flower from a bush
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour

The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so

Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?
That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death

But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see

But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know

That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know? 

With special thanks to:
Shobhita Singh, the author of this poem