Showing posts with label mother's day poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's day poem. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2022

Of Mother-Heartstrings...


Love bears all things, 
believes all things, 
hopes all things, 
endures all things.
Love never fails

1 Cor.13:7-8

A precious Mother's Day weekend without many photos...only echoes,
while chores, commitments and celebrations were juggled.

(Why a red cleaning pail on a sunny Sunday afternoon deck visit?!
It was filled with soapy water and thrown at the neighbor's dog after
he splashed through a 'manure-pool' then came for some affection 
after he 'helped' us round up some rambunctious cattle that had broken
out of said neighbor's barn while Farmer was away😅)
***
No matter how old or far a mother's children are
love's umbilical cord, aka heartstrings
is never severed...



As she celebrates each step of each child's independence
a mother's heartstrings are tested to new lengths
but never broken💗
In whatever season of motherhood we are
God is faithful! 

The song below seems fitting 
as we begin another week whether we are a mother
or have/had a mother...



So it begins with the first newborn cry
…the tug and tangle of mother-heartstrings
A hold-and-let-go that will never untie
Love’s weathered tethers that motherhood brings

Who knew that someone so tiny and pink
Could completely transform the world she knew
Laughter and tears sparkle, silver, I think
Highlighting places where heartstrings run through

Love is an ocean she carries inside
Wonder and worry and weariness reel
Time is a subtle, determined riptide
Dashing heartstrings, strong as cables of steel

…where she is always relearning love’s art
First steps, first school day, first road trip, first car
Hold-and-let-go, while the strings round her heart
Stretch-stretch to wherever her children are

Labour-pains last until life’s final breath
Bittersweet, happy-sad sorrow and joy
She is a warrior who’ll fight to the death
For the welfare of her dear girl and boy

This is no commonplace love that she bears
This love reflects God, faithful, kind and good
These are no common ribbons that she wears
These are the heartstrings of motherhood

God, grant her courage, strength, wisdom and grace
Bless her and keep her in Thy tender care
For in each hold-and-let-go she will face
 Nothing can sever heartstrings spun with prayer

Motherhood yields to ever-present tugs
Of duty's demands, affairs soon echo-etched
Hold-and-let-go, this is the way of hugs
But not heartstrings, as they are stretched and stretched  

© Janet Martin

Prov.31:25-28
Strength and honor are her clothing,
and she can laugh at the days to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;

Sunday, May 9, 2021

Of Mother's Love

 For all of our moms and mom-figures

Mother's Day Blessing


💝

It’s bottomless, no matter what
Though time weathers its trove
And plays havoc with touch and such
Never a mother’s love

Each child is a piece of her heart
While time spins clocks and wheels
And change insists upon the art
That fills echo-kissed reels

A mother’s love withstands the tug
That draws the child elsewhere
She learns to turn the tender hug
Into far-reaching prayer

From babe’s first cry till final sigh
Her labour-pains abound
To keen love’s bottomless supply
Each mother’s common ground

Where much is beyond her control
In this world’s fickle glove
And decays as time take its toll
Never a mother’s love

From fair-faced youth to age-old years
As seasons are exiled
God pours His love through smiles and tears
Of mother’s love for child

Whether a babe of cherub charms
Or marked by wear and tear
A child cannot outgrow the arms
Of mother’s love and care

Then, while you can, Child, treat her kind
For nothing else compares
No matter what treasures we bind
With mother’s love and prayers

© Janet Martin

Numbers 6:24-26 -
 The Lord bless you and keep you;
 the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.



Sunday, May 10, 2020

Oh, Dear Mom, At The Time We Didn't Think Of It

She opens her mouth with wisdom,
And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many daughters have done well,
But you excel them all.”
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord
she shall be praised.
Prov.31:26-30 

Mom, a pic from years ago, in her happy place;
a garden with flowers

An old class-mate of mine shared a tribute on Facebook to his departed,
 much missed and beloved mum...
His comment to a memory I shared was the springboard to this year's mom-poem.
He said, "
At the time, we didn't think of it, but now we know how great she was!"
Oh, that says it all to all of us, doesn't it?!! 



At the time we didn’t think of it
We ate and played and dreamed and grew
And in the little blink of it
Learned more than, at the time, we knew

At the time we didn’t give much thought
To what a mother gives and takes
Or of the love that toiled and taught
While we soiled clothes, devoured cakes

At the time we didn’t see the half
Of what dear mother gave and prayed
Until the heart-shaped autograph
Of echoes and memories made

At the time we didn’t grasp the truth
Of values clad in common threads
We tore the cover off her youth
And benefited from its shreds

At the time we didn’t understand
The double-edge of love, but stood
Upon the labour of her hand
And tender tears of motherhood

At the time we thrived beneath her voice
Rebuked if willful words ran wild
Or cautioned in a world of choice
That starts to shape even a child

At the time we didn't know what we had
Or appreciate this careworn saint
Apron-clad and humming-glad
 Never stooping to complaint

At the time we didn’t realize
How much or often we would gaze
At what we now cherish and prize
And will, for all our living days

So now, as I try to express
My gratitude I hope somehow
You feel the humble thankfulness
For all that I am seeing now

Dear mom, today I/we honor you
As by God’s grace you gave your best
For your example, meek, strong, true
Your children rise and call you blessed

© Janet Martin


Saturday, May 11, 2019

Mother-to-Mother...


 When hubby asks me what we talked about (on those rare occasions when moms go out)
more often than not I reply 'mostly mom-stuff'

I wondered what took Victoria so long to fuel up the Journey...
until she walked in with "Happy Early Mother's Day!"


Though we may not have met, as yet
We understand each other
Because we share love’s kindred care
When we become a mother

… for motherhood, so dear and good
Will fix within our bearing
A strange alloy of grief and joy
Born out of deepest caring

Where mother’s love will rise above
The circumstance and reason
Her prayers-tears-smiles fill whiles and miles
Without reserve or season

Who can explain love’s purest pain
When we become a mother
Its charge bestows high-fives and blows
Quite unlike any other

This humbling, fumbling, stumbling Best
This heart-string-honing tether
This lifelong faith-trust-hope-strength test
Binds all mothers together

For motherhood, so dear and good
Oft startles and confounds us
So, mother-to-mother, we need each other
To be God’s arms around us

© Janet Martin



Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Things About Your Mother You Should Know...

PAD Challenge day 9: Time for our second Two for Tuesday of the month!
 Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!
  1. Write a love poem. All you need is love.
  2. Write an anti-love poem. Or not.

 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
    her husband also, and he praises her:
Prov.31:28

Dear Son and/or Daughter
from your mother


Your mother will always love you
With heart-strings ironclad
When you hurt she suffers with you
Your triumphs make her glad

From the first time she held you near
From your first newborn cry
Love became life itself, my dear
Bigger than summer's sky

Her love for you gives purpose to
Life’s mundane tasks because
A Love bigger than hers shines through
The little things she does

He helps her through the hardest parts
This Charge God rendered her
Is not for Woman Faint of Heart
When she becomes Mother

For you her dreams and reasons change
For pangs of birth begin
A mother's life-long labor-pains
Hug, hold, let go, scold, grin

Her prayers could fill up an ocean
Your cares become hers too
Hers is a dogged devotion
Unwavering and true

Her teaching becomes her learning
Her learning brings heartaches
So forgive her while she is earning
Her certificate of mistakes

For all she really longs for
In her imperfect best
Is motherhood's highest honor
That you will call her blessed

Then whether mother is thirty-two
Or wizened ninety-five
Love her, for oh, she will love you
As long as she is alive


© Janet Martin


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Thank God For Godly Mothers/Women


We enjoyed a mother-daughter day with mom today...
no pics but lots of chit-chat! (missed you. Mar!)
My sister who hosted the luncheon sent us all home with beautiful blooms!


My mom modeled/models Prov. 31; 10-31 for her daughters...
 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Prov.31:25-31 


Of all the blessings that life grants
One holds a price beyond compare
It fills our hearts with humble thanks
For godly mothers everywhere

Though words will never be enough
We try in sweet and sundry ways
…and for a godly mother’s love
We lift to God a song of praise

We thank Him for mother, so dear
Who through wisdom, not of her own
Taught sons and daughters to revere
The one true God on Heaven’s throne

Who, by her walk, (not words alone)
Her children, when grown can applaud
And thank her for faithful love shown
That let them glimpse the love of God


© Janet Martin