Mother

May 5th, 2008
A Mother’s Love
by Helen Steiner Rice
A Mother’s love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking….
It believe beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation…
A many-splendored miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.


Mother In Law  

How blessed we are,
How fortunate we’ve been,
That you are his Mother,
And also my friend!


A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
~ Washington Irving 

 Maternity


by Elizabeth Stone
Making the decision to have a child - 
It is momentous.
It is to decide forever 
to have your heart
walking around 
outside your body.


The Girl I Used To Be   

She came tonight as I sat alone.. 
The girl I used to be…. 
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully: 
Have you forgotten the many plans 
And hopes I had for you? 
The great career, the splendid fame, 
All the wonderful things to do? 
Where is the mansion of stately height 
With all its gardens rare? 
The silken robes that I dreamed for you 
And the jewels in your hair? 
And as she spoke, I was very sad 
For I wanted her pleased with me… 
This slender girl from the shadowy past 
The girl that I used to be. 
So gently rising, I took her hand 
And guided her up the stairs 
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet, and fair. 
And I told her that these are my only gems, 
And precious they are to me;
That silken robes is my motherhood 
Of costly simplicity. 
And my mansion of stately height is love, 
And the only career I know 
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls 
For the dear ones who come and go
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, 
She smiled through her tears at me. 
And I saw the woman that I am now 
Pleased the girl I used to be.
 

 
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