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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


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