Reeling
Not knowing where I am
Fear and doubt are closing in
I will not make it through
I cannot make it back
And then a voice
The one that quieted childhood fears
The one that soothed illness and hurt
The one that chased bullies and welcomed friends
The one that sang O Holy Night and couldn't keep from crying
The one that said "I love you" more than ten times every day
The one lifted in prayer
The one firm in disappointed chastisement
The one tender in forgiveness
The one that taught me how to love and live
She speaks
Words of comfort and care.
You'll be okay.
I'm right here.
You're stronger than you know.
It's just a phase.
He'll lift you up.
He knows your name.
I love you always.
And I am whole.
***Happy late birthday, Mommy. Sorry that technical difficulties prevented me from posting this earlier. You are my hero and I still want to grow up to be just like you. I love you...always and forever.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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7 comments:
Beautiful poem and congratulations Karen on raising such a beautiful daughter! I am proud to say that she's also a beautiful daughter-in-law and I love her!
Such a perfect poem, it really does tell exactly what a mom is about.
Happy Birthday to your Mom!!!
Wow. What a wonderful tribute to your mom. I hope one day my kids can say those things about me.
Now PLEASE go read this post on my blog: http://sixgoldencoins.blogspot.com/2009/01/imaginary-conversations.html
I had written this and so needed someone to tell me EXACTLY WHAT YOU JUST DID. So your poem is, in a way, an answered prayer for me. Thank you for sharing it.
And my mom cried at O Holy Night every time too. :)
Wow. What a wonderful tribute to your mom. I hope one day my kids can say those things about me.
Now PLEASE go read this post on my blog: http://sixgoldencoins.blogspot.com/2009/01/imaginary-conversations.html
I had written this and so needed someone to tell me EXACTLY WHAT YOU JUST DID. So your poem is, in a way, an answered prayer for me. Thank you for sharing it.
And my mom cried at O Holy Night every time too. :)
I just saw that my last comment posted twice. Please know that you can delete it! I won't mind... :)
Thank you for coming and making a comment on my post. That meant a lot to me! And I agree - some days I am a deep, dark red too! Thankfully, I don't get a report card anymore - I just have to answer to God and ask forgiveness. Come to think of it, maybe a report card is easier. Ha, ha!
Thanks again!
What a sweet and tender tribute to your incredible Mom. :-)
What a lady. Now we know where you get your awesomeness from. :-)
What a beautiful gift to your Mom!
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