A Love Poem (for parents)

 We celebrated Mom's birthday yesterday, a little late...

I tucked this poem in her card and hope

she will read between the lines...

for things words wouldn't will.

Sometimes the heart is full of art that cannot find a way 

To spell in ink the things we think but don’t know how to say 

’I love you’, ‘I am sorry’, ‘thank-you for all that you do’ 

Seem far too small to convey all that I would like it to 

The things we learn where living’s no-return is running rife 

Often humbles opinion with stumbles and facts of life 

But we are not so quick to pick up stones in self-defense 

As we begin to gather in the sheaves of recompense 

The past is a vast book we should look at, but not retrace 

Except to see with clarity the goodness of God’s grace 

And where we lack the perfect knack to spell our utter thanks 

We trust in love to be enough to fill in all the blanks 

© Janet Martin

“‘“The Lord bless you
    and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you
    and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you
    and give you peace.”’

Num.6:24-26