In ancient times, A son was so covetous of his Mother's fortune and possessions he cut her heart out and placed it in a basket. He rushed to the river to dispose of his burden. As he ran, he could hear the heart beating. Suddenly he fell and dropped the basket. From the basket his Mother's voice called out,"My son, my son, are you alright?"

Poor old MUM.

You never miss a Mother's love, till she's burried beneath the clay.