A Mother Love For Her Children

 i know your mothers are still doing what is right, and you're still trying to find your family after a hard time was given to you. i know you,  Trish (Amber) i known you just for a short time and your non-stop devotion to find your son is in you. and know you will Miss Inge. You showed why mothers should do the things that you did for your children.. even when you were tired, you were my friend and will always be. there for Me even when you are tired you were never there to hurt Me but was there to fall beside Me, My parayer of they is for those women who are searching for thier own flesh and blood and the bones of Her body to be be taken to them without a mother, who has been seaching for thier children all  Her life but could find them or a memory to implant back into this\earth  or into the womb of mother's heart. for the Lord knows the pain that We all suffer from without the help of anyone, understanding a mother's love for thier children. i hope for all the women without a hope to keep searching for thier children. because i know you were there every day praying and hoping that they would come back/

The Center Still Speaks

 the softness of God's heart will prevail, yet each cord serves as a reminder of who we are. We are the falling stars to Earth, a pentagram encircled by protection. Each pentagram ascended from Earth to the sky and then descended back once more. She took the last, leaving only four. Each falling star advanced for its own purpose and moved. Even from a distance, she felt near; we could hear her voice, resonating with her children. It was a sacrifice made for us that returned her and her children. Today, we cling to the devil, the mother of this land, and the kings of this Earth, for the wind was merely a breath she held for a fleeting moment, and the sun dimmed just to remind us that when she awoke, we had vanished into life, continuing with each cord, each place. It transformed into a web, a network, and God's creation. For in her, it was so small that it did not recognize its own, yet it built each other until a greater existence emerged. Let this day be a dream captured on Earth, and may that dream continue to speak from the center of the catcher every night.

Mary's Pallete

 Because of the day I subsided with my children, the children I had in school, you're my loved ones and the choice of my life, and I capitalize on your success and your happiness, therefore I am pleased to see to tell you thank you ~ Mary Scott. 

We are the seeds of your womb, the children that play all day and night in Happiness, Jada Reed.

we are the little ones tha tplay a ll day thingking of our day then we are happy to see you alivre. Cindy Cox/

12 of Us come in to you and a day is much better we Miss You Mrs. Scott

The Dream Captured

 The Day was happiness, and all Her children were ready to cast thier own web unto the world so that one day they would reunite with Mary Scott. that day took over. Her children became others at that time, life was passing away, so she went unto a spider and gave a place in Heaven for one more time against every day we have been seeded in a Wanderland of Hope. said Silvia Mills,