"Stars, stars, stars, shining brightly, just like my mom's gentle eyes, are the guide for me to grow up, recording my growing moods. Mom's eternally beautiful heart, planted by my Heavenly Father's hand, contains my Father's deep love, worrying about me..." The May ode of thanksgiving gently rings in my ears, just like the familiar lullaby of my childhood. ..... Each note is filled with infinite care and love, allowing us to dwell forever in the light of our mother's rising sun. May