Mother of a son, she raised him on her knees.
Holding him up in her prayers and love.
A Bible, passages inked, she gave him.
Prodigal he turned, and the Bible
he pawned for copper pennies.
Years later, though it came
home to his hands and
into his heart her
were at last
True story, check it out here: http://wordwisehymns.com/2010/05/13/today-in-1839-william-mackay-born/
Mothers Day! Mothers Day!
Walk the sick mare, get water.
Special breakfast, perfect!
Did she have the kittens yet?
Let’s play Mama! Let’s play!
Feed the dogs, check the cows.
Small hands present dandelions.
Honey have you seen my….
Mama, aren’t you a Mama every day?
What kind of birds are those?
Yes buddy, I am a Mama all the time.
Can you read to me? Can we play?
Oh how I love this perfect Mothers’ Day!
Bittersweet these hard Mother’s Days.
With those who choose to be far away.
With those who are just softy fading.
Will they remember us ever again?
Daughters loyal, even in distance
and in pain, we too are mothers.
The hurt of choices and decay
taking something so special away.
Dear Lord be with us all, on this and all days.
Mothers and mothering ones near and far.
For Real Toads and for all Mama’s
Visit here for another Mother’s Day poem: http://mystic-mom.blogspot.ca/2012/05/mama-love.html