#mothers
ALL THESE MOMS
The other day in the bookstore is one I’ll long remember
because It seemed like it was Mother’s day in the middle of September.
I didn’t think much about it at first…because I’ve heard it so many times before
when a little girl said, “Mommy! I love this book!” as they walked in through the door.
A little later a young boy and his mother walked in…
the boy ran to the back of the store…
then running back to his mother said, “Mom! This is the book I was looking for!”
After three children from one family said, “Momma can we buy a book?”
And she smiled and nodded her head..
I started wondering how many times today
the word Mom in one way or another will be said.
One girl asked her mother, “Mom, how many books am I allowed to get…
A teenager pleaded, “Mom wait! I’m not done looking yet!”
A middle aged woman’s voice rang out…”Mother, come here…have a look…
I’m pretty sure you’ll like this puzzle…because you loved to book!”
Finally an elderly woman helping an even older woman into the store
(A mother and daughter I quickly guessed)
Said, “Momma I’m going to look for some books…you sit here and rest.”
From the comfort of the chair…the mother looked at me and smiled…
“That’s my daughter.” she said proudly. “She’s always been a loving child.”
Her daughter returned saying “Here’s a book about your favorite subject…trees
When they came to the counter to pay…her mother winked and smiled at me.
It was a busy day in the bookstore…that day in the middle of September…
I’m sure I heard Mom said many more times…but these are the ones that I remember.
As I was closing up for the evening…hearing echoes of all those Mommas in the store
and remembering all the times I’ve heard those echoes before…
I realized we don’t have to wait seven months…for the second Sunday in May…
If today was any indication…every day…is Mother’s Day
TWO MOTHERS
She remembers when she was young and would scrape her knee
or when there was a sadness she couldn’t contain….
her mother was there with a smile and open arms to soothe her aches and pains.
To fix her scrapes and bruises…to wipe away her tears
to ease, if only for that moment, her suffering and fears.
But she is no longer young and her mother is no longer here
so she turns to a different mother to soothe her aching heart…
to wipe away her tears.
She walks under the smile of a crescent moon…says good morning to the stars
drinks from the big dipper as she searches for Jupiter and Mars.
With the sound of crickets filling her ears
and trees whispering hello as she walks by
she stops to listen to an owl, hidden in the trees,
sing her good night…or is it a good morning lullaby.
She sees her friends the rabbits…about to begin their day.
They stop to greet each other as they pass along the way.
She walks down to the water for a convergence her heart craves…
a chance to beat as one with the rhythm of the waves.
There are days, like today,
as she watches the compassion of her country
crumble to the ground
That she wishes her mother…with her gentle whisper…
her smile and her open arms was still around.
As she remembers how, cradled in her arms, she would always find a way
at least for a little while…to take her pain away.
But in her absence she makes due with Mother Nature
who does her best her pain to ease…
as she opens her arms…smiles at her from the moon
and sends words of comfort and encouragement
whispering through the trees
THE REASON THE GODS CREATED MOTHERS
May we be blessed to understand
how the Gods…
whether it be your God…or another
knowing they could not be everywhere….
all the time…
is the reason
they created mothers.