In the “sweetest month” called May, we celebrate our Mothers’ day.
Surely, the first gift from above, is the gift of a mothers’ love,
for at the moment of our birth, the love of our mother, proclaims our worth.
She holds our hand in the tender years and wipes away childhoods’ tears-
then shows us how to face our fears.
Oh, mothers are a curious lot, for they love gifts of sticks and rocks, and will keep them in a little box,
along with feathers and four leaf clovers, and ever so often, will look them over, after all . . . she is a mother.
And when her child is almost grown and pulls away, her heart will moan-
but mothers know of ebbing tides . . ,.and while she waits, her love abides.
When she tends an empty nest, a mother remembers what she loves best.
and will look in her little box, now faded like her silver locks
So when our journey, seems, all uphill . . . and we make mistakes, as we sometimes will- and we wonder how God can love us still . . . .
We need not wonder one step further . . .
God showed us how, when He gave us a mother.