#muttertag

[unfug-bilder]

Aus der Welt der Verkehrsteilnehmer

(C) Ralph Ruthe

[sunnymusicalien]

Adam hat eine gute Zeit mit dem Baum. Professionelle Polizeiarbeit und so.

[emilwasalone]

Einen schönen Muttertag auch für die, die ihren Ex erziehen mussten. ❤️

[provinzpoet]

Mutterliebe - A mother's love

Mother's Day is coming up in May! I set out to craft a poem for the occasion in my native language — German. Written from the deepest place of love, for my mom as a Mother's Day gift. Typewritten & framed - Though that version is for her eyes only. I've included both a literal translation and a poetic adaptation to english below the cut. Because to me, the German language is beautiful and some words carry a very specific gravitas that gets lost in translation, when trying to stay within meter and rhyme. With deep reverence and appreciation for all mothers around the world: This place would be a lot darker without you. - Poe

Sie leben hier, im Erdenreich, doch sind viel eher den Engeln gleich. Und Gott: In Güte unbeschränkt, hat Er euch Mütter uns geschenkt. Und wie Er gab, so sprach Er klar: "Nichts sonst kommt meiner Liebe nah." Denn Mutterliebe, das weiß man, ist nichts, was man verdienen kann.

So war ich nicht einmal geboren, als Du mir schon hattest geschworen: "Ich halt dich fest, und sicher auch", da war ich noch in deinem Bauch.

Du nahmst mich sicher bei der Hand, durch Dich erst fand ich festen Stand. Was immer lag in Deiner Macht, an Dich hast Du zuletzt gedacht.

Ja, selbst in Zeiten voller Leid, warst stets für uns zum Kampf bereit. Denn Schwester, Bruder, und auch ich, wir wär'n heut nicht hier - ohne Dich.

Denn Mutterliebe, das weiß man, ist nichts, was man erlöschen kann. Ein Privileg, durch Mutters Hand, ein altes, untrennbares Band.

Und bin ich einmal alt und grau, am Ende meiner Zeit.

Erzähl' ich noch von dieser Frau, die, deren Liebe bleibt.

Literal Translation:

They live here, in the earthly realm, but they are much more like angels. And God — in boundless kindness — has gifted you mothers to us.

And as He gave, He clearly said: “Nothing else comes close to My love.” For motherly love — as one knows — is not something one can earn.

I hadn’t even been born yet, when you had already sworn to me: “I’ll hold you fast, and safe as well,” back then, I was still inside your womb.

You safely held me by the hand, through you alone I found steady footing. Whatever was in your power — you always placed your own needs last.

Yes, even in times full of sorrow, you always stood ready to fight for us. For sister, brother, and me as well — we would not be here, if not for you.

For motherly love — as one knows — is not something that can be extinguished. A privilege, by mother’s hand, an ancient, inseparable ribbon. (as in: physically impossible to be separated)

And when one day I’m old and gray, at the end of my time —

I will still tell of that woman — the one whose love remains (as in: is still there and will always be).

Poetic Adaptation:

Although they walk this earthly plane, they're more like angels, all but same. With heart of love, God made the call and gifted mothers to us all.

And as he gave, the Lord declares: "Nothing else to my love compares." A mother's love, as it is known, is nothing you can buy or own.

As such, I wasn't even born, when you had sworn one fateful morn: "I'll shelter you from harm and doom," as I was still inside your womb.

You held my hand through ev'ry storm, through only you I found my form. Whatever life would throw at us, You put us first, and your needs last.

And even in life's darkest night, for us you'd always hold a light. Me and my siblings know it's true: we won't be here if it weren't for you.

A mother's love, as it is known, is what endures both whip and stone. A gift received, by Mother's hand, an ancient line in perfect sand.

So when in time I'm old and gray, and gone are most my days.

I'll still tell stories of my mom, the woman whose love stays.

🌷 Mother’s Day Offering 🌷

Would you like to gift this poem to your mother—or in her memory? Copy it. Print it. Handwrite it. Typewrite it. Adapt it. Change it. Make it your own. Or, here's my offer: I’ll typewrite a personalized version, on soft cotton paper, and send it anywhere in the world. You can choose the fifth stanza depending on your family story: - “Me and my siblings know it’s true” - “Me and my brother(s) know it’s true” - “Me and my sister(s) know it’s true” - “And now, today, I know it’s true” (In this case, the poem will be adapted from "us" to "me", where necessary) I don’t charge for the piece itself — only the shipping. Because this kind of love? It was meant to be shared. If this speaks to you, you are very welcome to reach out! Just make sure, if you feel it, to let your mom know you love her.

[seele-unter-weiten-falten]

@ramm.comics

[joyful-downer]

Happy mother's day to my favourite ex-single mother! 🥧💐💕

[selbstgemacht-derfoodblog]

Unsere Herzen werden zu einem 4-blättigen Kleeblatt zusammengelegt. Die Glücksherzen aus Hefeteig sind eine süße Idee für die Liebsten zum Valentinstag oder zum Muttertag. Der Hefeteig mit Quark ist einfach zubereitet, so dass euch das Herzen backen einfach gelingt.

https://www.habe-ich-selbstgemacht.de/gluecks-herzen-backen-aus-hefeteig-rezept/

[isfies]