In the dictionary, dedication means, the act of dedicating or the state of being dedicated, selfless devotion, it comes from the Latin word dedicationem which means “the giving of oneself to some purpose”.

Dedication could mean differently depending on a situation.

It could mean:

-a ceremony in which something (as a building) is dedicated to some goal or purpose. ( as in ceremonial, re-dedication, observance )

-a message that makes a pledge or commitment. ( as in making commitment, promise, or an affirmation )

-an oath, a swearing or telling the truth in case in a court for example.

-a short message (as in a book or musical work or on a photograph) dedicating it to someone or something. ( in a photograph, in a musical )

On the other hand, dedication has definitely inscribed to teaching profession. It is the heart of every teacher, dedication may not be uttered verbally yet it is how the work of a teacher being spelled. Teachers’ works for students requires the solid foundation of dedication. A teacher cannot move with all his heart and soul without dedication as his/her weapon. A weapon that doesn’t kill nor attack but a weapon of his love, care and passion for his students.

The word dedication in a teacher means responsibility. A great responsibility that holds the future of his student. That without dedication, he may break the totality of the child and that breaking the whole community as well. Moreover, dedication of a teacher would also mean dedication of his work in a whole perspective view. His/Her dedication may not only limit in the subject area one teaches yet also considering the kind of teacher he or she is. Looking into your personality as a teacher would likely determine the kind of student that you have. That one must take into consideration his way of life, way of talking, gestures and one’s values. All these unspoken words including the subject matter you are teaching would likely influence the whole being of your students. It is believed that unspoken things of the teacher are more striking in the inner sense of a child than that of being verbalize. So, how dedicated are we as teachers to our students? By looking at ourselves, can we really say now that we are dedicated to them? Because somehow our dedication to the development of out students would mean miracle in their lives. We would not know the kind of impact we can make to their lives and how we inspire them. It might be in our words in our actions that motivate our student to learn. These all things require a inspiring dedication of a teacher. That’s how we work, we live as teachers.

Here are some dedication quotes that would inspire us teachers.

” A teacher is not limited to the constricting walls of a classroom, nor to the monotonous worksheets that are passed about their homeroom. Teachers must long to nurture their student as children, their children, desiring to teach each individual indifferently, with the greatest of care and patience.

For you have taught us much more than about right triangles, profound literature or the Civil War. You have taught about life. So yes, you have succeeded.”
– Karie Barnett

“A real teacher knows a student struggles and takes the time to pick that student up and bring her back to her feet. A real teacher cares enough to let you turn that forgotten assignment in at least at the end of the day. A real teacher is human and therefore a real teacher treats a student as a human with respect, understanding, fairness, compassion, and most of all with patience.”
—Jessica Siefert

An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching.

-Mohandas Gandhi

Embracing every nerve of my heart and soul,

Caressing the loneliest part of my being

When my students” simple

Hi and Hello

Echoes

Through my whole!

What music to my ear,  punctuated to my heart as well.

The loving words from my dear students,

Vanishing all my cares and wearies,

Inspiring more, enlightening

The dimming path

Of my heart

Believing

Once more on my work for their soul!

The music of every teacher is to hear from their students.

That the kind of beautiful life they live through

Have cuddled them with God’s fear

Guiding them faithfully

Brightly taking

a life

where total bliss abounds!

The music of a teacher is to hear from our beloved students

The triumph that they have mightily achieved

Have also grown in our very hearts

That we have been part

carving, tracing

influencing

them

to be better individuals!

This beautiful music sung by our honored students

Awakens us, Inspires us, Molds us

To be the kind of teacher

That we must be!

A teacher of life, a mentor of success, an instiller of values

a formator of life lived to the fullest!

How can I say that

I love you?

How can I sing

A love song with you?

When I can’t even show you

My affection in words

and in actions.

Like the bright moon

Covered by thick clouds,

Like the farthest star

That twinkles only a little light,

Like the sun that cannot get closer to Earth,

That’s how I show my deepest love for you.

Far,

Hidden,

Secret,

Forbidden……

But pure and true.

Til now covered by the sheet of uncertainty,

I love you but you can’t see it nor feel it.

I love you but we can’t be meant for each other!

I love you but….

There is a wrong point of loving you.

The Love I can’t cast to the world,

A love should not be made known,

A love that I alone only care,

My tender love for you

That I alone must know.

I don’t call it selfish love,

But a selfless love.

I love you but….

In the shadow of my sorrow

You are the light to my deepest joy

Mesmerizing my day by day life,

Engulfing my every grief.

To love you more is only I can give.

2

In the corner of my trouble

You are the shining armor of constant care.

Peeping through my heavy heart

Leaving traces only but love.

To love you more is what I give back!

3

In the midst of my stormy life

You are the reason why I breathe for hope

Conquering all my cares just one thought of you.

Cuddling on your good memories with you.

To love you more keeps me  burning through.

4

In your fountain of true affection for me,

Bathes me abundantly with too much of your love,

Pushing me to continue to go through,

Pulling me back when I’m lost of track.

To love you more shall be my bliss in this life!

5

I bound myself to love you more!

I promise you to love you more,

Even if the days are in anguish,

In the tent of bountiful happiness!

To love you ever more

Be my destiny and be my precious treasure!

Words you utter are as sweet as candies.

Your hugs are as soft as marshmallows.

Pillows are your arms

That caresses my sobbing emotion.

Your kiss is a warrior

That comes to save my aching soul.

Your warmth is enough to fuel my forlorn heart.

Your smile is a fragrant flower

That envelops my gloom.

Your laughs are rejoicing angels

Descending to my heart in pain.

Your voice is a song of love

That eases every nerve of my weary feeling.

Winds blew hard…

Storms pressed harder

Yet, your coldness came

And whispered into my heart the hardest!

I long for your words of affection

Echoing through my person

I wait for your tender kisses

Quenching through my thirsting heart.

I dream for the day

Passing through my life

That I shall come to taste your sweet love once more.

To take a bite of the chocolates

Melting my heart once more.

Yes, I have come to savor your sugar-coated LOVE!

Sugar-coated AFFECTION,

Sugar-coated HUGS and KISSES!

Sugar-coated and tasteless, meaningless, untrue, painful, bitter!

Love comes,

Love goes.

Love untiringly visits

My thirsting hear

For true affection.

Love of my life

Take me to paradise

Where only the two

Of us gaze its solace.

Love me, embrace me

Til my soul affects yours

Til my whole succumb to yours.

Love, cease me from dying.

Free me from my pain within

That I may live happier

Kissing your lovely face.

Love, stretch your understanding.

Light up your lantern of joy.

Take me to the heartbeat of your triumph

To bathe the fountain of your goodness!

Love, drown me to your embrace

That I may find myself endowed in a well of deep romance

To dive deeply into the sea of your kisses,

To allure me with your lake of bursting sensation.

Love, just don’t leave me

Never abandon my sobbing emotion

I know I offered you cruelty and unfaithfulness.

I gifted you sorrow and grief.

Please, hold me once more!

Fire up your igniting affection,

Never leave me your cold grasp,

That I may breathe my last gasp.

Love, please don’t leave me!

‘I love you so much, Almir. You mean so much to me. But, we can’t be together, says Dayana. She looked at him with tears overflowing her eyes. She gently grabbed the hands of Almir. As she was about to speak again, Almir touched her mumbling lips and said, ‘It’s alright Dayana. You need not to say anything. Though it’s hard to admit that I’m going to lose you forever. I have to be brave and to be tough. Thank you for loving me.’ Almir stopped talking for the meantime. Catching his breath and was totally stuttering as he was about to say his next line. Dayana looked at him with her eyes as if talking not to lose him anymore. But, silence was onced again broken as Almir started talking.

‘Dayana, what happened to us?….You’re right! It’s all…over. Between the two of us. ‘Almir stooped down and turned his back. He’s now leaving the girl who showed the real meaning of love. He walked away yet his heart was still shouting for why. His heart was still battling for this reality. Dayana was left crying. The weather had spoken to her feeling of sadness when the rain poured bringing the coldness of sorrow touching her body with every beat of the rainwater. But as if her tears overflowed more than the pouring rain coupled with roaring thunder and the flash of lightning. Neither could this rain washed her aching feeling nor drove away her sobbing soul by the thunder. She felt the swirling of the wind tossing her hair to and fro that she did realize that the rain was over. Yet, her drooping feeling was still there experiencing the deepest agony.

It started there…an aching agony of melancholy.

‘Hey, are you alright? Are you crying?’ a man asked coming from nowhere, it was Almir.

‘Are you blind? What I’m doing? Could you just bring your ass off me and mind your own business!’ Dayana irritatingly answered to the man. Almir was a bit surprised of the behaviour showed to him. He was just a concerned citizen. Yet, she didn’t bother at all. ‘Hey miss, I’m very sorry but it’s a bit late in the evening and the rain gets harder and harder.’ explained Almir.

‘’Who cares? Nobody cares at all! Just nobody cares!’ Dayana cried. ‘Please, miss…listen to me. I just can’t leave you here bathing in the rain. Let’s talk if you needed someone to talk with. I’ll be willing to listen to you.’ Almir requested politely. Dayana calmed down. She breathed deeply and stood looking at him. She felt at eased. She never spoke a word. She went with Almir. She couldn’t explain her  feelings. Why did she go with a man she met for the first time. As she was about to realize that she’s meeting a stranger, Almir looked at her with eyes pouring with so much kindness. He smiled at her nicely. ‘Kindly take your seat, Miss.’ he said. Dayana gazed around. She realized she was inside a coffee shop with the man she didn’t know.

‘You’re…”I’m Dayan Crue’ she answered. Thanks a lot. I should have not bothered you. I am terribly sorry if I included you in my mess.’ she explained.

‘Not at all, Miss Crue. Anybody who could see you in that situation would give a hand.’ said Almir ‘Just call me Dayana. And how shall I call my hero?’ Dayana grabbed a smile and threw to Almir.

‘Oh, I’m Almir Kashmud.’ He replied gently. A moment of silence intervened in a little time. Almir didn’t insist to ask why Dayana was crying. Dayana spoke about her break up with her boyfriend. A sad story that she came to know that she’d been fooled by her lover who had an affair with another girl. What surprised her more than that was that the girl was her younger sister. The pain was still there. Every second was trying for her. Almir just listened to her. Yet his mind was thinking how could he help the lady get rid of the pain.

Finally Almir spoke, ‘Grab the coffee it would feel you better.’ ‘Thanks, Almir. But I have to go. Dayana left the coffee shop. She unintentionally dropped her hanky. Almir picked it and gave it to Dayana but it was too late. She had taken a taxi already. He would probably never see the lady who carved a history of his life. He kept the hanky where he noticed a name printed on its side. A little sign of hope of seeing her again. On the other hand,  Almir went on his life. He worked and dated some girls.

One night, at a bar where he was having fun with his friends, Almir looked at a corner of the bar. He saw a familiar lady sitting alone enjoying the love music being played. Almir got closer. What a surprised! It was Dayana. Almir immediately took the hanky from his jean pocket. He slowly handed it down to her. Dayana was a bit surprised. ‘So it’s you again, Almir?’ Dayana started the talk. ‘Hahaha! What a small world, Dayana. I can’t forget your sweet name. Almir replied happily. It was long night for them. They couldn’t explain their feelings as if they had known each other for a long time. ‘I like you, Dayana. Since the first time I saw you, you have never disappeared from my memory. I had waited for this day to meet you again. Maybe, this is a God-given day for me.’  Almir said.  Dayana spoke nothing.

She just stared the glowing eyes of Almir. She felt the sincerity of Almir. She could not resist getting drawn towards Almir. ‘Why am I feeling this way? I think…. Is it love pouring in me again? She thought of herself.  The night was filled with so much romance. That very night began a true love for Dayana and Almir. Moreover, days, months passed by. Their love for each other got stronger and stronger. It was a genuine love they found. Everyday had been a gift of love for them.

‘Almir, wake up! I have a surprised for you!’ Your Aunt Lara is here! She’s my sister I was telling that I had never seen for a long time. She’s here with her lovely daughter!’ Almir’s mom excitedly told the news. Almir went down eagerly to see his relatives. ‘Almir meet your Aunt Lara and your cousin Dayana!’ his mother introduced. Almir just couldn’t open his mouth. Dayana was also in total shock. A moment they never thought to happen. They were cousins! A sad reality of their story of love! A love story which shall remain a thought to remember….Love, How can I forgive you?…..

Like a song which ended its tune until the last note had been sung,

Like a bright day snatched by unceasing coming of the night,

But never Your faithful touch dear Lord.

Pressing cares and trials may appear like hundreds of soldiers

Ready to slay their enemies,

Like a successive rushing waves of a vast ocean,

Like a storm intruding every home,

But my unwavering trust to You

Gets even stronger all the sunsets and sunrises of my life.

Life can be stained with the color of confusion,

Trailed by enduring height of the mountain of gloom,

Beleaguered by the stretching clouds pouring the rain of disbelief,

But Your powerful words are countless stars of truth

Which I uphold in the core of my very soul!

Until we have life,

Dare not to lose our grasp

To the One who gives perpetual blessings!

Until we have life,

He is our anchor of hope,

He is our rock of strength,

Our Father in Heaven who incessantly gaze at us day after day!

A day of added sweet memories as a mentor of my students,

A formator of their heart and soul,

A teacher of their thirsting mind

Inculcating wisdom and enduring virtues!

Teachers’ day is one of my happiest days

To hear from my pupils their inspiring words,

To receive the freshest flowers that never wither in my heart,

The flowers that bloom in every corner of my person,

The colorful flowers that define my soul as a teacher.

These humbly presents that speak straight through my heart,

That strengthen my call to continue teaching,

That edify my conviction to be their best teacher.

Teachers’ Day shall be celebrated once more,

My day and the day of every teacher,

The moment which I can never express in words

The happiness I feel inside

That even loneliness never peeps to cry,

The day when our dearest students

Pay tribute to us,

Humbly thank us.

Teachers’ Day

Is the day when our students

Build a new path of encouragement,

Make a bridge of optimism,

And the most of all…

Shape our hearts..

The genuine heart of a TEACHER!

Forgive me, Oh, Lord

For all my trespasses.

For Your most divine Will

Many times I transgressed.

Make me, Oh Lord, the kingdom of Your throne.

Forgive me, Oh, Lord

For I have not sincerely obeyed you.

For I have overcome by my own flesh desires.

For I have lived a sinful life.

Forgive me, Oh, Lord

For I remained unfaithful to You.

For I still chose my own undesirable ways.

Embrace me once more with Your love and care.

Forgive me, Oh Lord!

Take heed of my earnest call.

Do not turn Your back from me, Oh, Lord.

Do not leave me to this wicked world.

Forgive me, Oh Lord

For I cannot live alone.

Pardon my inequities, Oh Lord,

Edify my broken faith that I may live

In accordance to Your Will.

Forgive me, my Lord

Widely open your doors in heaven!

Pour out your blessings of forgiveness!

May I warmly feel Your tender love ever more!

Oh, Mother you are more than a wealth,

You are always my guide.

Mother you are my light

In the path of my life.

Mother even though you suffer

Never had you hesitated

Your purpose for me

To be happy and glee.

Mother you are the brightest star

That illuminates success and hope.

Your advises are gold

That even the wealth of this world

Can never surpass your mold!

Mother you are my song

That heals the music of my sorrow,

The pain that utters in my soul

Your humming voice of loving words

Deeply swathes my breaking whole.

Mother you are faith

That helps me carry my burden

When everything is heavy and pour its weight.

Everything is light when your bountiful love is around.

Mother you are my trail!

Though it is hazy and gray

I can never lose my way

Because your everlasting path of love guides me day by day!

To all who have mother still,

Obey and reverently respect her.

Because never we can equate

The love and care that she brings.

That heaven shall always be bright,

That the rays of the sun shall always cast and that never shall lose its light,

Oh, happiness, joyous life shall always be on our side.

Never our loving God had ever promised

Temptation and sufferings never shall pierce our life,

Never did He utter the sorrow in our heart

Shall never come by when bliss had faded its colorful light.

Never our God had promised along our trip to our path,

That fragrant roses and soft grasses shall be on our track,

That never shall we cross the river of anguish,

And that never shall we climb on mountains and rocks!

What our Heavenly Almighty God has surely promised to all of us,

Is a strength unwavering and rest to our weary soul,

Heavenly light to our winding path, overflowing merciful embrace and unconditional love,

Faithful blessing granted to a pure heart

And that there is happiness for every growing loneliness

All of these Everlasting shall we have!

Be the cause of my HAPPINESS!

Let it be my grief

Be the reason for me to GO ON!

Let it be my pain

Be my pathway to SUCCESS!

Let it be my anxiety

Be my teacher to CALMNESS!

Let it be my frustrations

Be my solace of in depth REALIZATION!

Let it be my friends

Be  the light of ENCOURAGEMENT!

Let it be my decision

Be the pathway towards LIFE’S BLISS!

Let it be my students

Be the instrument of my LEARNING!

Let it be my school

Be the source of WISDOM!

Let it be my chalk

Be the thing of TOTAL FORMATION!

Let it be my pen

Be the blot of ACCURATE JUDGMENT!

Let it be my mother

Be my power of INSPIRATION!

Let it be my soul

Be always in the ROAD OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!

Let it be my inequities

Be the mirror of my WEAKNESSES!

Let it be our God

Be my shepherd towards a BEAUTIFUL LIFE!

When tears shed from my student,

My heart breaks into pieces.

When their tears burst because of confusion,

My soul blankets with despair.

When their tears are caused with family turmoil,

How I longed to be their caring father!

When their tears cry from petty teasing,

How I had wished to be their guiding angel all the time.

When their tears sob for inequality,

How I had wished to be their loyal pal.

When their tears speak for revenge,

How I had wished to be their spirit of wisdom and humility.

When their tears are hidden inside,

I had wished to be the conqueror of their weeping within.

When their tears yell for emptiness

How I had wished to be their vessel of hope and love.

When their tears fall with anger and hatred,

How I had wanted to be their candy of sweet justice.

When their tears flow with triumph,

How I had wanted to be their crown of unbeatable success!

When their tears aflame with faith to Almighty One,

How I had wished to be their humble bearer at the doorstep of Heaven!

TeAcHeR, MoUlDeR!

Painting the character of a person needs

A brush of integrity and responsibility.

Its brush which strokes the inner being is a perpetual mark

To an unblemished dignity of a child’s person.

Its color that tainted to his person signified

The making and breaking of a child!

Moulding the being of a student is like painting his future,

How do you wish your student would be and should be like

In his nearing tomorrow?

Teacher as a moulder,

His huge hands must prepare!

In shaping the child’s vulnerable character,

Untiringly nurture every piece of his values

To zealously touch his student’s life!

Being a teacher means self-sacrifice,

Unselfishly render your heart and your mind,

Your great wealth of inspiration

Your student will have a brighter destination.

Being a loving formator means an infinite etcher of a genuine heart!

Patiently carve his student’s soul

To finally reach child’s real defining goal!

A teacher, a moulder, a formator, an educator, a mentor!

Surely holds the pen of our Dear Creator!

Lovingly handed to us,

To sketch the ups and downs of the life of our students,

Who shall eventually become our successors!

To Cherish Hope

Was my cry of loneliness,

To Cherish Hope was the moment

When my tears had to heavily fall.

Melancholy and deep sorrow ‘til now befall.

To Cherish Hope was my grieving heart

And to say, “Goodbye to my sister

CHERISH HOPE!”

Slashed through the throbbing part of my soul!

To Cherish Hope had always been

My mother’s faithful prayer,

To grant her a baby girl was the constant beseech

To our heavenly Almighty Father.

On the 2nd day of September

Marked the moment to Cherish our Hope!

When Cherish Hope was born

Out of my mother’s faith and hope!

To Cherish Hope had all my mother’s care,

Bringing her a sweet day, a gift of happiness all day!

Just enough to surmount emptiness and care

Just a wonderful smile of her only loving daughter

Troubles in her heart flew away!

Everything was for Cherish Hope,

Each day was her new day that she often coped!

To Cherish Hope’s smiles and laughter ceased by time,

A time to leave her life and gave it back to our Father’s hand.

Such a deep weeping my Mother had to shed!

In her lonely heart she had to hurtfully admit,

That her prayer-granted gift who is my sister,

In a short span of time, Cherish Hope was laid to rest!

On the mourning day of January 28,

You had to breathe your last,

Never you escaped from death,

Our heavy hearts begin to blast!

We could never see you again.

Your heartwarming presence shall never be felt again.

Yet, we cherish the hope to meet you once more!

We cherish the hope of embracing you ever more!

We cherish the hope of longing to behold your smile!

To our Father’s land, ……. In heaven!

Soon that momentous day shall ever come!

Walking zombies,

Dead bodies returning to life,

Creepy creatures wandering at night!

Frightening bloody faces,

Red eyes burning with so much flares,

Staring furiously to attack an innocent soul,

To devour the last drop of blood to those they cunningly fooled!

Living dead standing in front of you,

Ready to engulf the innermost of you,

Zombies they are not!To eat flesh they do not!

In your unfaithful soul they begin to blot!

In any angle you see,

These mingling persons are full glee,

Words of God are also their weapon

To mask firmly their real intention.

However they hide the ruthless hearts,

The echoes of the darkness of their soul shall eventually cast!

Like a messenger who soon reveals and blast,

The infection of deception,

That to all shall cause enormous corruption!

They scorn you like a petty rug,

They tie you with a pain and untrusting hug,

Dangerous cuddles that severely clog

The pure heart of an entity towards knowing God!

Like a twilight that overcome the fading day,

Their mighty paws snatch you without mercy of ray!

Killing your uncontaminated person,

To trap you to the hole of desolation!

Living dead they are called,

Though they breathe and live with the fold,

Yet to God’s indignation is there threshold!

An eternal punishment you can’t dare to behold.

Living Dead Our Father has considered you,

To be in His obedience once more you are invited to,

Heal the wounds of inequities, renounce all filthiness!

For Our forgiving Father loves you and shall be your forever embrace!

Mending all the pains that redound to a serene life that never fall apart!

A peaceful life where the throne of the Lord delights!

A gift of forgiveness builds new friendship,

Harnesses true fellowship,

Creates strong home foundation,

That aids us to breathe the sweet breeze of the Lord’s tranquil admiration!

A gift of forgiveness is delivered freely

To every beat of one’s heart by our God Almighty,

Through His benevolent power carved ours with His love and bounty,

However, only humble hearts take heed the precious call

To carry on planting the seed of forgiveness to all!

A gift of forgiveness commences with humility,

To forgive is to forget,

Our tongue speaks loudly,

To utter, ‘I have forgiven you,’ takes faith and courage

To a soul who beats hard your heart which cry for salvage!

A gift of forgiveness unloads your heavy heart,

To liberate you recalling every dark moment you have had.

Where your tears burst and heavily fall,

That almost flooded your own soul!

A gift of forgiveness pushes you forward!

Though the creeping of your indignant soul sometimes

Pulls you backward!

GOD said, ‘Deny yourself more,

To love the erring soul, evermore!’

A gift of forgiveness,

A gift from our God Divine,

A heavenly gift that only us to define!

The only Key is to let ourselves clearly confine,

That before we forgive others,

Our Father’s forgiveness has descended upon us and that never falters!

And has accepted us

To be His heaven dwellers!

For my students who need understanding.

A piece of my puzzle means unceasing care

For my students who cry on my shoulder.

A piece of my puzzle means unwavering trust

For my students who seek someone to cast his trouble.

A piece of my puzzle means unrelenting peace

For my students who suffer pain within.

A piece of my puzzle means unconditional love

For my students to reap and to live out each day.

A piece of my puzzle means to reach out

For my students who stray in the wilderness of nowhere.

A piece of my puzzle means food of thoughts

For my students who hunger for wisdom.

A piece of my puzzle means a true and a sincere smile

For my students to look forward to each day

To bring out hope to grasp by their tender hands!

A piece of my puzzle is left to my Father’s hand.

Who strengthen it with patience, love and hope.

Who has handed down my piece of puzzle each day of my journey….

As a teacher!

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,

The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.

It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.

It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,

For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,

Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.

It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.

It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!

May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!

Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!