Especially in these rough times during the trial versus AEG we are sending out our love to Mrs K. Jackson, not only on the occasion of her birthday.
We know that she does not celebrate her birthday as a special day, but we also know that positive vibes and best wishes never can miss the mark...
Michael perfectly worded his love and appreciation for his mother in the poem below. Since we are close to international "Mother´s Day" the poem might be the right reminder to all of us to be grateful for the blessings our own mother has been and still is in our personal life...
We know that she does not celebrate her birthday as a special day, but we also know that positive vibes and best wishes never can miss the mark...
Michael perfectly worded his love and appreciation for his mother in the poem below. Since we are close to international "Mother´s Day" the poem might be the right reminder to all of us to be grateful for the blessings our own mother has been and still is in our personal life...
Mother Eons of time I've been gestating To take a form been hesitating From the unmanifest this cosmic conception On this earth a fantastic reception And then one fateful August morn From your being I was born With tender love you nurtured a seed To your own distress you paid no heed Unmindful of any risk and danger You decided upon this lonely stranger Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky Glittering birds that fly on high Out of fragments you've made my whole From the elements you fashioned my soul Mother dear, you gave me life Because of you, no struggle or strife You gave me joy and position Cared for me without condition And if I ever change this world It's from the emotions you've unfurl'd Your compassion is so sweet and dear Your finest feelings I can hear I can sense your faintest notion The wondrous magic of your love potion And now that I have come so far Met with every king and czar Encountered every color and creed Of every passion, every greed I go back to that starry night With not a fear for muscle or might You taught me how to stand and fight For every single wrong and right Every day without a hold I will treasure what you've mold I will remember every kiss Your sweet words I'll never miss No matter where I go from here
You're in my heart, my mother dear.
© 1992, Michael Jackson, Dancing The Dream
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