MI MADRE

"Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love." - Stevie Wonder

Madre

In Greek it's, "Mite-era." spelt, "Μητέρα". The Finnish use "Äiti", and in French it's "Mère." The Germans go a little off, and say it's, "Mutter" - pronounced almost like "Mortar". Still the Spanish prefer "Madre", and commonly in Africa, we call her, "Mama."

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. Asking her what the problem was, she gave him this reply, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother and I don’t have enough money." The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose." He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers. As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.