The following poem sums it up well. In tribute to mothers everywhere:
She tied your laces so you would not trip,
and held your hand so you could not slip.
She gently wiped your runny nose dry,
and held you close when you would cry.
She sewed the button on your shirt,
and kissed your knee to stop the hurt.
She wrapped Life's gifts in ribbons and lace,
and handed you a world that was a safe place.
The years passed quickly, and along the way,
she guided you so you would not stray.
Now she needs you to hold her hand,
when she's too frightened to understand.
She needs you there to lend an ear,
to aches and pains she cannot bear.
And turn her fears inside out,
and smile for her while she may pout.
She's earned the right, as you well know,
to call you back after she's let you go.
So hug her now and hold her dear,
as she did for you in yesteryear.
- Ruth Sochaczewski
with permission from Horizons Magazine
No comments:
Post a Comment