Here’s a little something I hope, someday, the whole world understands…that we all have been created with magic in our hands.


Mothers and their babies feel it from the moment the mother’s eyes upon the newborns linger…when she touches her hand to theirs…and they hold on to her finger.


And for a moment it seems time has paused…the world has stopped its spinning…but the magic passing between them…is only the beginning.


For anytime a mother holds her child’s hand…to comfort…to reassure…

the magic makes them feel safe…makes them feel protected…and secure.


As the children grow a little older…they begin to understand the magic, too…as their mother’s hands help their hands understand what hands can do.


All the fun their hands can have…all the pain they can help alleviate.

all the things their hands can build…all the love they can create.


When the children are no longer children…perhaps when life is grueling

they will visit their mothers and hold their hands whenever their magic needs refueling.


The magic is still there even as the mother’s life is ending…

when on her eyes their eyes will linger…

when they touch their hand to hers…

when she hold on to their finger.


Even when she’s gone…they will remember how she held their hands…how she loved them…how she smiled…for they know all the magic in her hands has been passed down to the child.


And they will pass the magic…to their children…and when they see it in their eyes…

they will smile knowing, as it passes down form generation to generation, 

the magic never dies.


For they have learned throughout the years…they have come to understand

the magic they have shared…that was passed down through her hands…


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Her eyes have a loving glow to them…her smile a certain charm

but the best place to feel her love is inside our mother’s arms.


From the first time we step into them they fit around us like a glove

providing us with all we need…

when all we need…

is love


And showing us, as we grow older, 


and anywhere

when we step back into our mother’s arms...

we’ll find some comfort there.


One day we’ll return the favor.

We’ll know when…and where

when she steps into our open arms and finds some comfort there.


And she will feel in that moment

how our arms fit around her like a glove

providing her with all she needs

when all she needs…

is love.


And when she’s no longer with us

when we close our eyes we'll find…

we still can feel that warm embrace…

her arms have left behind.

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When you were born you were so tiny.

I was already taken with your charms.

We both began to cry until they put you in my arms.


I think I know what made us stop.

It was easy for me to see.

We both could hear the music of two hearts in harmony.


When you were born you couldn’t talk…but to my surprise

You seemed to say so much to me…when I looked into your eyes.


When you were born you couldn’t walk.

You didn’t have a clue…

but that didn’t matter because anywhere we went…I would carry you.


When you grew up…began walking on your own

I was there to guide you

and as you became more independent…I was proud to walk beside you


When you grew up…you didn’t stop talking

but, to my surprise

I still found so much meaning…when I looked into your eyes.


Even now, when you’re upset

If I hold you close to me

We both calm down when we feel…two hearts in harmony.


And after all these years and all life’s changes

I’m still just as taken with your charms…

as I was the day when you were born

the day they put you in my arms.


As I was the day you began to crawl…

the day you began to walk…

The day you smiled at me with your eyes…

the day you began to talk…


And even though we’re not as together

as we once used to be

In quiet moments I still feel it…

don’t you?


two hearts in harmony.


She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near

because that’s what children do

So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme

I like to relive a memory…or two


Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day

to be patient, kind-hearted…nice

How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving

How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.


Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook

How she was not afraid to weep

how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake

and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?


How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance

If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.

How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her

She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it


How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed

yet, somehow, she was never out of style

And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright

how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.


She treated my friends old or new like they were family too

She seemed to make the whole world bright

And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad

She brought color to my world of black and white.


How her impact never died…she continues today to guide

my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.

I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her

but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it.


Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on

and I will when I am by myself…alone

But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too


so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own:

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As we sit alone together inside our hospital room

It was only but one day ago I held you in my womb.


And today although you’re still too young to fully understand

In what truly is a miracle…I’m holding you in my hands.


How fast we must adjust…adapt…how swiftly we rearrange

This is your first life lesson…how quickly life can change.


There will come a day you no longer fit inside my hands…but do not be too alarmed

because there will never come a time…you don’t fit inside my arms.


You see there’s something magical about a mother’s love…that all your life holds true

It doesn’t matter how big you grow…my love will grow with you.


So as I stare into your eyes today….I find it easy to admit

from my womb, to my hands, to my arms…you are a perfect fit


And I promise I will love you…and be captivated by your charms


as long as I am living…as long as you fit inside my arms.

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With this poem I begin to celebrate mothers…

their wonder, their compassion…their mystique… 

I’m not waiting until Sunday however…

I’ll be celebrating every day this week:



As the day to celebrate moms approaches wouldn’t it be great to find a way

to act toward one another as if every day was Mother’s day.


We wouldn’t have to change a lot…wouldn’t have to make too much of a fuss

if we treated the entire world the way our mother’s treated us.


Just like Mom…

we’d share a smile with everyone and we would have the knack

of discovering the perfect way…to make them smile back.


Just like Mom…

we would comment on their beauty…their face, their eyes, their hair

and we would try to make them feel special any time and anywhere.


Just like Mom…

we would applaud the little things they do…by their smallest gestures we’d be enthralled.

We would encourage their success but help them up if they should fall.


Just like Mom…

we would treat the world with love and kindness, 

help to heal other’s pains and aches

We would be accepting, 

we’d be gentle 

and we’d forgive them their mistakes.


Just like Mom… 

We would find more time to play, we’d find more time to share.

We would show others by our actions they are important…that we care.


Wouldn’t this world be a better place…more harmonious and calm…

If we treated every creature, 



just like Mom?

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When she was a young girl she climbed into her mother’s lap

and asked this question, so innocently…

“Momma,” she said, “I was wondering

will you ever stop loving me?”


Her mom gave her a hug, an extra long hug

then resting her chin on her daughter’s head

“Let me tell you a little secret…about being a mother”..she said.


“I’ve loved you from the moment inside me…I felt your life begin…

I love you every time I breathe out…

and every time I breathe in…


I will never stop loving you…never…

I will never discredit our doubt you

I will never stop thinking or worrying…

or wishing or dreaming about you.


I love you just as much when you’re here in my lap

as I’ll love you when you’re fully grown…

I’ll love you the same when you’re no longer living with me…

when you’re married with kids of your own…


It’s something all mother’s feel

in our hearts in our souls in our brains…

a love that is with us… that will never end… 

a wonderful secret we cannot explain.”


And the young girl felt that love all of her life

and was ready when her daughter climbed on her knee…

and asked with the innocence of a child…


“Momma…will you ever stop loving me?”

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On the day she was born her mother held her in her arms

her happiness cascading down in tears.

She kissed her forehead, held her tiny hand in hers

then whispered in her ear…


Do you want to know a secret?

It’s crazy but it’s true.

For as long as I can remember

I’ve been waiting here for you.


You were a thought I had when I was young…

A wish that persevered…

A dream that reached perfection

the day when you appeared…


There may come a time..a moment in your life

before your childhood is through

When you might stop and wonder

when I first fell in love with you.


I’m not sure how it happened

I’m not sure how I knew

But there has always been a place in my heart

I had reserved for you.


A place both warm and comforting

where my love for you survived…

And there it waited patiently

for the day you would arrive…


I’ve had years of love stored up for you…

waiting for the day our lives would intertwine…

and the truth is…

I did not fall in into your love…


you fell into mine.

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When she searches through memories of her mom…

the first ones she seems to choose

are all the times her mom would help her…

the times she bent down to tie her shoes.


She remembers these moments fondly…

as Mom would give her laces a tug..

and she would lay her head upon her shoulder 

then give her mom a hug.


Her memories flow from that point on…

homework…boyfriends…the Senior Prom…

She attributes so much of who she is to growing up with Mom.


Joys and sorrows, wedding, children…

all the time she was happily aware

when she needed a shoulder to laugh or cry on…

Mom was always there.


Then came a time her mom needed her…

it was now her time to share

and she happily let her mom know…

that she, too, would be there.


Her mom asked, “How can I ever thank you for all the things you do?

and “What did I ever do in life to deserve a daughter like you?”


She laid her head upon her mom’s shoulder…

and hugged her like she did when she was two…

“It all began when I was a little girl,” she said, 


“and you bent down to tie my shoes.”

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