Precious and priceless, so lovable, too; The world's sweetest miracle, baby, is you.
Helen Steiner RiceA mother's love is like a tower, Rising far above the crowd, And her smile is like the sunshine, Breaking through a threatening cloud.
Helen Steiner RiceA wee bit of heaven drifted down from above, a handful of happiness, a heart full of love.
Helen Steiner RiceGrief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and of death to touch every person in a totally unique way. Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.
Helen Steiner Rice