Poetry

Mother

Moulded in her, a seed from above

Of human form with heavenly love

Tended in growth as time moved on

Hailing the issue, a daughter or son

Earthly the issue, though heavenly came

Return thanks to God and praise His name

Moments, days, months, e'en year after year

Offering attention with tenderest care

Though tough the assignment, the joy will remain

Her heart sings a song with a solemn refrain

Engaged in direction with thoughts from above

Return thanks to God, for therein is love

Many the times her heart sinks with sorrow

Occasioned today and lingers tomorrow

Then with a voice that's laden with care

Heard from aloft her burdens to share

Ever to listen the problems to mend

Return thanks to God, for He is a friend

Mother, mama, mom - we hear when you call

Oftimes from danger, lest therein we fall

Trusting your wisdom, and moving ahead

Heard was your counsel by which we're led

Embraced we with love to show to each other

Return thanks to God, for being a Mother

- Edward G. Dawes

Reminiscences of mother

If I seat myself upon my cushion, it is at her side; If I sing, it is to her ear;

If I walk the walls of the meadows, my little hand is in my mother's, and my little feet keep company with hers;

If I stand and listen to the piano, it is because my mother's fingers touch the keys;

If I survey the wonders of creation, it is my mother who points out the object of my admiring attention;

If a hundred cannons pronounce a national salute, I find myself clinging to her knees;

when my heart pounds with it's best joy, it is because, at the performance of some task or the recitation of some verses, I receive a present from her hand.

- C. L. Clarkson

Mother's Day

Things I cannot remember

Histories I cannot unwrite

Future is unsure ...

This day, Oh Lord,

Save and spare

My Mother's life

Revive, heal, recover

Her broken frame

To walk and talk

And sing of Your glory

In this life

In this here and now

Thank you.

- Helen-Ann Wilkinson