Love her as in childhoodThrough feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s loveTill she’s buried beneath the clay. A mother's love is a blessingNo matter where you roam. Keep her while you have her, You'll miss her when she's goneQuote by Francis McCourt about mother
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet...Quote by Francis McCourt about mother