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There's a day set aside every year to celebrate mothers which we refer to as Mother's Day. In the best case scenario, Mom gets pampered - she doesn't cook or clean, she gets treats, she can read a book for a couple of hours or go to coffee with a friend, without having to worry about anything back home. Dad and the children look after everything. My goodness, it certainly sounds ideal!
However, sometimes we fall into the trap of telling our mothers how much we appreciate them on Mother's Day but forget about a lot of the other 364 days when we should be making her feel special, too. It doesn't mean we have to spoil her every day or say, "I love you," so often that she doesn't even notice when the words are being spoken. It simply means we should recognize that love exists all year long and we should demonstrate it more often than we usually do.
I hope you enjoy this collection of poems dedicated to loving mothers everywhere...
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Sometimes women really desire to have a boy or girl; they've had a dream as a young girl to have their own little son or daughter to nourish and love. However, when a woman learns that she has conceived, a part of her may still wish to have a baby boy or girl but, at the moment she gives birth, she is usually pleased to learn that her child is healthy and the gender isn't as relevant.
I've been blessed with three healthy children but, of course, not every mother gives birth to a perfectly healthy child. Some mothers begin their parental duties with daily challenges which need to be met. Nonetheless, despite the challenges life brings, their children are loved and cherished, perhaps even more so than if they had been born healthy.
You didn't even know me
Yet you loved me all the same.
It didn't matter what I was;
Boy or girl - t'was not a game.
You felt your tummy every night
Before I started to grow.
Time passed and you grew bigger;
Your eyes - they always glowed.
You used to read aloud to me;
I was settled in your womb.
Safe and warm and so content -
Then I started losing room.
I woke you up so much at night
Kicking here, and reaching there.
I know one time you saw my hand;
It was more than you could bear.
At long last, you held me close,
Counted every hair I had.
Dad has told me many times
I made your heart really glad.
Sometimes a chasm seems to develop between a mother and her child; it seems that the level of love is not there as it should be, on either side. Perhaps the mother and child are too much alike in their personalities. Perhaps desperation settles inside the mother's heart when her child continues to follow paths leading to destruction. Sometimes it may even be that a child feels that it's impossible to measure up to Mom's ideals.
Whatever the case, sometimes the gulf seems impossible to build a bridge across. Sadly, mothers and children have passed on while remaining estranged - which has brought an enormous amount of grief and despair to the mothers/children who continued to live. Regret seems to cloud every day.
However, when the bridge can be built - whether by a mother or child trying to gain the others attention - or whether they both begin building and meet halfway, they reap magnificent rewards and thanksgiving becomes their song.
Wind whispers softly
through your hair
as the wind kisses your face.
I am filled with love for you;
I know it's amazing grace.
Our path wasn't always
easy with the
arguments we've had.
We had gone our separate ways;
You're here now - I am glad.
Forgiveness and peace
as we turn to embrace.
I see your tears shimmering;
God has saved us by His grace.
Whispers Greeting Cards
If you enjoyed this poem and would love to give it to your mom featured on a lovely greeting card, you may click the images for further details, or to purchase either card. After all, you don't need to wait until Mother's Day to tell your mother how you feel.
Your Relationship with Mom
Would you say you are close to your mother?
"So much more than
words can ever say,
I love you, Mom ...
even more today."
When I used to babysit as a teenager, I cared for some children that I wished were my own. I would rock them and cradle them as they drifted to sleep; I longed for the time when I could do so with my own children and wondered if it would feel any different.
At one point, I confessed to a teacher - whose children I was babysitting - that I wished his middle child (a deaf girl) was my own. I remember Lisa not being attached to many people but she certainly gravitated towards me and smiled often. Even her parents exclaimed how wonderful it was that she loved me so much.
After I made my confession, he didn't take offense at all; instead, he smiled and told me that one day I will have my own children and that I would become a wonderful mother. I smiled with pride.
I know exactly how it feels to live the words of the poem featured below.
I look into your sleepy eyes;
They always take me by surprise.
You smile at me and give me sighs
As I sing you lullabies.
I cradle you in loving arms;
In all the world, you are my charm.
I will protect you from all harm;
No need to feel any alarm.
Though I would give my life for you,
I'd rather we played Peek-a-boo.
Or we could paint our hands in blue.
I could listen to you coo.
I love you so much, little one;
My love shines brightly like the sun.
I know, in time, that we will run,
That we will share laughter and fun.
Mothers have a wonderful way of seeing beneath the shells we try to maintain through the seasons of our lives. They sense when we are hurting, though we may not say a word. They try to understand our actions though, at times, it's impossible.
They shed tears of sorrow and frustration and, sometimes, we're the cause - yet they still love us and are there with open arms when we realize the error of our foolish ways.
Stalwart I am
and full of pride.
Your love for me
is not denied.
Ribbons of shame
doth surround me.
You always choose
the good to see.
The pain I've brought
to you again,
You look at me -
Tears fall like rain.
Why do you care?
Why take the time?
Your heart is hurt;
Life just don't rhyme.
I start to turn
Then you reach out
With loving arms -
There is no doubt.
"I still love you.
I always will.
Stop running now;
Let's climb this hill."
Endurance Greeting Cards
This poem is featured on the greeting cards shown below. Do you have a special reason to thank your mom for hanging in there for you, through your trials and tribulations? These cards may provide the words you wish you could say...
Do you truly love your Mom, despite any faults she has?
"You pick me up
each time I fall.
Thank God for you!
Your love stands tall."
I've put you through so much, I know -
So many tears you've shed for me.
You loved me tender, loved me true
I was so blind; I could not see.
Choices made - regrets still linger
But, yet, the past - I cannot change.
I must go on, embrace today
And, yet, the thought - it feels so strange.
I only hope you can forgive
For all the heartache I have brought.
I long to embrace you again -
So many years your hugs I've sought.
I needed you so terribly
Yet let my pride keep me away.
Now I am coming home to you;
Tomorrow brings a different day.
Forgive Me, Mom
Does the words of this poem touch a chord deep inside your soul? If so, you may be interested to learn that both cards featured below feature this beautiful poem! You may click either of these images for further details or to make a purchase.
How many times have you heard it said in the days of your youth - when testing your parents - that one day you would get a taste of your own medicine? How many times did you laugh at that statement; how many times did the thought, Yeah, right! go through your head?
Have you learned that, over time, your parents were right? I'm willing to bet that you didn't chuckle anymore.
Allow me to share a little story with you, a snippet from my past:
It's been said that, from the time I was 6 months old and could move on my own, that I didn't want to get up with anyone, nor did I want to settle down and truly behave. From the stories I've heard, I was quite the young scoundrel!
My parents - God bless their souls - loved me in spite of me; I was always creating work for them from plugging toilets to marking books and walls. I poked my young fingers through most every slide (older type of photo image, similar to a negative) Mom had taken of me. I ate plants in gardens, had a search party looking for me at one point - when I decided to hide away and play dolls very quietly - and even got my finger stuck in the claw of a lobster. Oh, the joy I must have brought to their lives!
Advance to years later when my sister and I both had children of our own. My sister was envious that I seemed to have it so easy with my girls whereas she was living through a nightmare trying to raise her younger two children. However, she enjoys herself now - saying it's about time - because my son is as mischievous as I used us to be.
Thankfully, there are no lobsters lying around, no slides for him to destroy, he treats books gently (except for when he throws them in my direction) and he hasn't plugged the toilet yet.
However, how many boxes of cereal have ended up on the floor? How many laptops has he removed the keys from in his younger days? Would you believe that he destroyed my favorite camera and I have to get another one? He's also gotten into the habit of spitting when strongly enunciating words. He used to throw tantrums but, thankfully, that stage seems to have passed.
He has set aside a cupboard in the entertainment unit as his own area, to put beverages and snacks of choice. No one is allowed to touch those things; he guards the area with his life and God forbid anyone should try to remove something unless he has gone to bed for the night, or willingly obliges to bring something to the sink or garbage can.
He's my little wrecking machine who keeps my head spinning in every direction, trying to determine what he may try next - but I love him and look forward to the day when he has children of his own. I can't help but wonder what they will come up with to keep Dad on his toes.
The poem featured below can bring forth a variety of reactions; it may cause you to chuckle or it may bring tears to your eyes. Nonetheless, I believe the words will ring true on some level.
Oh, the joys that we have shared;
Memories which we both held dear.
Hanging out, just being friends
Though you were Mom, in the end.
You loved me despite my sins
Even though it brought chagrin.
You were there, and you still are;
Your love has gotten me so far.
Now I have a family
At long last, I truly see,
What I really put you through -
How I made you feel so blue.
When I want to scream aloud,
Can't find reasons to feel proud,
I go back to yesterday;
Then I smile - embrace today.
Reigning Love Greeting Card
Did you truly love the poem you just read? Isn't it heartfelt and light, thanking your mother for putting up with you - through good times and bad - yet inspirational enough to grant you the same blessing of looking forward to tomorrow? It's such a refreshing poem, indeed!
These are two cards featuring this lovely poem and they are appropriate to give your mother any time of the year but it would make a lovely message for Mother's Day, to be sure!
You can learn more information about these cards or purchase either one of them by clicking on the image of your choice.
Will you be spending Mother's Day with your mom?
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