The Sweetest of Tears

Yesterday Melissa met us (my friend with her little boys I baby-sit and Victoria and I) in Toronto. We visited Ripley’s Aquarium. It was a great day, with so much I never did get time to say…

Oft, how I struggle and battle

With that which I have

And that which I lack

Weighed in the delicate balance, child,

Of nudging you forward

And pulling you back

Oft I am torn twixt the stretching

Of holding you close

And letting you go

Love is a bitter-sweet wrenching, child

That only a mother

Will ever full-know

Oft, oh how the grip of it stuns me

Wanting and Must

Juxtaposed in my ears

Futile to fumble with words, child

Motherhood suffers

The sweetest of tears

© Janet Martin

…suddenly the train was coming and all we had time for was a quick hug and see you soon. While we ran tears dimmed the doorway of Union Station. Spending time together reminds us (Victoria and I) how much we miss her…
...the same tug I felt the day before when I hugged Rob and Emily good-bye as they left for the airport.

 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19