Mother's Day Thoughts...

Oh, that my life would be

A humble, loving legacy

When time and life have slipped from me

…their Mother

What will my children say

On some distant Mother’s Day

As they recall their childhood play

…and Mother?

Will the unyielding sod

Not quell the path I trod

Because they learned of God

…from Mother?

And will my memory

Somehow thread tenderly

Through generations still to be

…of a godly Mother?

Oh, that my life would be

A humble, loving legacy

When time and life have slipped from me

…their Mother

© Janet Martin

Yesterday morning at church an elderly gentleman shared memories of his mother, long gone and suddenly I wondered what my kids memories will be when they are asked to share something about their mother...

They do not know

as I draw them to me

of the tug-of-war beauty

surging in me

and they do not know

that I fight back aching tears

realizing suddenly

how the thief of years

snatches vapor-moments

from longing fingertips

turning wee girls to women

as time ceaselessly slips

from the before to the after

covering the ground

with the joy of love's laughter

and the tender-sweet sound 

when the night is quiet

on the mist-tinted air

...I hear a song hovering

of a rocking chair

As I held wisps of heaven

in the dark, stilly-deep

While rocking and humming

my babies to sleep...