As pleased as I am to have this special day in honor of mothers, I know that it also comes packed with sorrow for many. Not all of us had mothers in our lives who blessed. Some of us have lost our mothers. Some of us desperately want to be mothers and are unable.
This year I wrote a poem in honor of my mother. It was an opportunity to sit, remember, and reflect. It's small and insignificant on its own, but it packs some powerful memories for me. I suggest you give it a go yourself. Sit down with a piece of paper and a pen, and reflect.
A voice most precious
Passes through my dreams.
And I recall
The honeysuckle scent of White Shoulders.
A sweet soprano vibrato.
Your hands which once grasped mine
Grasp the Savior's now.
But Love lives forever,
Your legacy lives on
In my children's azure eyes, happy voices
Carefree smiles, and my own
Blessings through the generations.
|Mom's burial place at Langley Cemetery.|