A DEDICATION TO MOTHERS EVERYWHERE!

I received this beautiful dedication to Mothers,

From a friend who knows I like poetry and beautiful

Words strung together.

I hope you will enjoy it and think,

Of your Mother with love as you read.

I am blessed with the presence of my beautiful,

Loving, generous and so very kind Mother,

I thank the God the Great Holy Spirit,

For every day I have with her.

My Nana who was the quintessential,

Meaning of the word Mother, she was such a generous,

Loving and kind Grandmother,

Who always used to tell me little pearls of wisdom?

To live by, one being that of all the friends,

I would ever have throughout my life,

My Mother would be the most loyal friend I would ever have.

My Nana never spoke truer words. 

Now I realise there are always exceptions to the rule,

And some Mothers have failed from time to time,

But I can only speak from my experiences.

I hope you enjoy reading this dedication to Mothers,

In every far flung corner of the globe from the big cities

To the most far away back of beyond places.

In other words,

"The other side of the black stump"

This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece.

A real treasure,

For those lucky enough,

Still to be blessed with your Mum, this is beautiful.

For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.

For those who are Mums,

I think you will like the sentiments written in this poem.

The young Mother set her foot on the road of life.

"Is this the long way?" she asked.  

And the guide said:  

"Yes, and the way will be hard,
and you will be old before you reach the end of it,

But in the end, it will be better than the beginning"

But the lovely young Mother was happy,

And she could not believe,

That anything could be better than these years.

So she played with her children,

And gathered flowers for them along the way,

Bathed them in the clear streams.
The sun shone brightly on them, and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be more lovelier than this"

Then the night came, and the storm clouds descended,

The path was dark, and the children shivered with the cold and fear.

Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle,

And her children said!
"Mother, we are not afraid,

For you are near, and no harm can become us."

The morning came, and there was a steep hill ahead.
The children climbed and grew weary, and Mother was weary.
But at all times she said to her children,

"A little patience and we are there"
So the children climbed,

And when they reached the top they said,

"Mother, we would not have done it without you"

And when Mother,

Laid down that night and looked up at the stars and said,

"This is a better day than the last,

For my children have learned fortitude in the face of adversity.

Yesterday I gave them courage.
Today, I've given them strength"

And the next day came strange thunderous clouds,

Which darkened the earth,

With ugly black clouds of war, hate and evil,

The children groped and stumbled, and Mother said:

"Look up. Lift your eyes to the light"

So the children looked up and saw above the clouds,

An everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness.

And that night Mother said,
"This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God"

And the days went on and on,

And the weeks, the months and the years flew by,

And Mother grew old and she was a little bent and stiff.
Her children were handsome tall, strong and walked with courage.  

And when the way was rough,

They lifted her, and carried her up the last hill and beyond,

They could see a brightly lit road and golden gates flung wide.

Mother said,

"I have reached the end of my journey.

And now I Know the end is better than the beginning,

Because my children can walk alone, and their children after them"

Her children said,

"You will always walk with us and be in our hearts Mother,

Even when you have gone through the gates"
They stood and watched her as she went on alone,

Through the golden gates and they closed after her.

They said:

"We cannot see her, but she is with us still.

A Mother like ours is more than a memory.

She is a living presence"

Your Mother is always with you,

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,

Shes the song of a beautiful black bird,

Shes soft white cotton-clouds in a bright blue sky,

Shes the smell of fresh baking wafting through the air,

Shes the gentle rain falling upon your face,

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks,

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter.

And she's crystallized in every teardrop.
She's the place you came from, your first home;
She's the map you follow with every step you take.

She's your first love and your first heartbreak,

Nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space... not even death!

02:00 - Friday, January 12, 2007 - post comment