Archie’s Diary MA

Archie’s Diary MA

Archie’s Diary MA Purest of pure pious souls. With a love that is eternally overflowing and overwhelming with benevolence and bounteousness. You are more beautiful to me than Raphael’s Madonna, Ma. A vision of compassion and altruism, Mother, Mater, Aai, Ma our Mom, yours, and mine. Mum, How can I ever thank you enough, for all that you have done for me, for mitigating the afflictions on the anvil of life, for being there to lay my head on your lap, for always being a veritable fragrant shady bower, when the trail gets weary and arduous.

For holding my hand and nurturing and inspiring me.For preparing scrumptious food for me and fussing over me when I was indisposed and convalescing. For being a berm and a balm when need be. For, when sitting straight required a herculean effort on your part, you, however, stayed on your toes for days altogether. Oh Mom, how can I ever thank you enough? Tenderness personified, my angel from heaven.

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