The sparkle in her eye

had turned into a tear,

that dropped upon the velvet rose

in the garden she loved so dear.

Her thoughts were in the past....

so very far away.

Her little boys had grown and gone

and this was Mother’s Day.

The tear that sparkled on the rose,

glimmered and did glow...

while her mind flew back in time.

and memories began to flow.

Wet diapers, mushy kisses,

fat pudgy baby toes,

A bottle of bugs, lots of hugs

a red runny nose.

Puppy dogs, little green frogs,

barefoot in the grass,

Cookie face, messy hair,

“Hey mom, catch my football pass!”

Those memories so tender...

a reminiscence of yesterday,

If only she could hold her boys,

this lonely, Mother’s Day.

The tear, that oh did shimmer,

heard her sad, sweet sigh.

In a gentle voice began to say,

“Sweet Mother do not cry...”

“The devotion to your boys

and all the love you shared,

will never be forgotten,

for the Lord has always cared.

She glanced about her garden

that before was dark with gloom

Bursting out in brilliant color..

for now it was in bloom.

The tear that glowed upon the rose

and had trickled from her eye,

had become an iridescent star

and soared into the sky!!

What wonderous gifts of gracious love

the Almighty had sent her way

A once forgotten mother,

remembered on Mother’s Day.