Of Sweet, Sweet Motherhood

We are all mourning with them, as the gruesome details begin 

to unfold from the Tragedy in Nova Scotia, 

among the victims are mothers 

and fathers!
Nova Scotians feel a bit like extended family because that's where our son-in-law
grew up and his family lives!

Dear tired and precious mommy,

Hug your babies, no matter how old they are!

Makes motherhood feel like a pretty precious charge!

Today, amidst Covid-19 restrictions a local family

is laying their sweet mother to rest without friends and family around them!

Tell me please, why can we line up for blocks outside a Costco but

family members are not allowed to stand six-feet apart at a graveside?!

Only ten people are permitted to attend the burial-service.

Our thoughts and prayers are with the family of Audrey Gingrich as well

"I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you."

Jesus~ 

John 14:18 

The needs that never cease; Her title decks no marbled hall

Where without love, fulfillment would be a battle, hard-fought

Lord, reawaken Her to more than chores; love’s highest call

Depends upon Her faithful giving-everything-she’s-got

With no standing ovation for the meals that she prepares

With no grand celebration as she tends to childish cares

While innocence depends upon Her love to show the way

And search out truth (lest God forbid) small soul be led astray

Then stoke within her heart of hearts the fire that needs no wood

But reignites and fans the sacred flame of motherhood

The charge that drains the buxom bloom is not a carefree Thing

Where innocence is soon a very human-natured test

The joy that spills in laughter keens Her deepest suffering

And often leaves Her feeling more exhausted than sweet-blessed

Where no one stands to cheer Her on in this amazing race

No trophy for the thousandth time she wipes a nose or face

But, by the grace of God, she finds contentment in the role

Of nurturer and guardian of both body and soul

As she surrenders other splendors for A Greater Good

And shoulders, like a soldier, the mandate of motherhood

Mothers never retire; there is no release from love

That drives Her to Her knees; that authors laughter, tears and prayers

Her hallmark of success, a tender track-record to prove

In spite of trips and stumbles just how utterly she cares

Where none of us are guaranteed to witness Today’s end

Making the needs that never cease an honor to attend

And suddenly the mother that was wearied by the task

Is stunned by Mercy’s Author granting more than she could ask

As beneath humble wings she gathers close Her precious brood

And thanks God for another day of sweet, sweet Motherhood

© Janet Martin

 Personal note: My mother is slowly but surely recovering from Covid-19.

she is 77 years old so she realizes her energy may take a while to return to normal!

Thank-you so much for the loving thoughts and prayers.

Continued prayers appreciated!

Dad is still in good health. PTL!