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A NEW MOM'S PROMISE

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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JUST LIKE MOM

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, 

everybody

 

just like Mom?


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HOW MANY TIMES

 

He was moving out to be on his own. 

She was filled with happiness…and dread

“Drive safe…don’t forget to call me when you get there…

and remember…I love you…she said.

 

“Mom!” he said rolling his eyes, then smiling facetiously, 

“I wonder in all the years I’ve lived here…

how many times have you said I love you to me.”

 

Which immediately started her thinking as her heart was beginning to bleed

“How many times have I said I love you?” she whispered.

“How many times indeed.”

 

“How many times have I held you in my arms?

How many times have I seen you laugh, seen you cry?

How many times have I read you a story or sang you a lullaby?”

 

“How many sandwiches have I made for you?

How many cookies or pies or ice cream?

How many lunches have I packed you over the years

How many times have I watched as you dream?”

 

“How many times have I worried about you?

How many solutions to your problems did I seek?

How many times have I bandaged your knees?

How many tears have I wiped from your cheeks?”

 

“In all of the times I’ve hugged you hello,”

She said as a tear fell from her eye,

“I never dreamed this day would come

the first time I’d be hugging goodbye.”

 

“So no matter how many times we say goodbye

each time for me is going to be rough

and no matter how many times I’ve told you I love you

 

one more time is never enough.”

 

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SHE KNOWS JUST WHAT TO SAY

Her dream had just been shattered…she thought her life was through…

she ran to her mother crying…unsure what she should do.

 

Her mother welcomed her into her arms…she knew what she would say.

She’d say whatever happens in life…do not put your dreams away.

 

She’d say sometimes dreams are broken…as life thunders along

but your heart is reparable…it is resolute and pure…and strong.

 

She’d say yes this one dream’s broken…but this I know is true…

You are still a dreamer….and the next dream begins with you….

 

She’d say though it is very sad…this latest dream is gone

you will soon create another dream and your heart will lead you on…

 

She’d say I will be here to hold you…when any dream of yours comes true…

and if any dream should fail…I’ll be here to hold you too….

 

Yes, she was ready with the answers…she knew just what to say…

but that was for another moment…another time…another day…

 

For in this moment she said nothing…there’s a simple reason why…

 

a mother knows that sometimes…a daughter needs to cry.


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A MOTHER'S SECRET

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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ONE DAY

One day her daughter ran to her…her face was filled with tears.

She held her close not knowing…if it was sadness…pain…or fear.

 

One day she didn’t ask what had caused her tears to stir…

Instead she softly sang a song…a song her mother sang to her.

 

One day her daughter heard that song …and while nestled in her mother’s arms

felt free from sadness, free from fear…free from suffering and harm.

 

One day she will remember the song that made her heartache go away.

And she will sing it to her daughter…

when she runs to her…

 

one day


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A MOTHER'S SECRET

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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OUR MOTHER'S ARMS

From those first awkward steps into them

our mother’s arms fit round us like a glove

Providing us with all we need…

for all we need…

is love

 

And showing us, as we grow older, 

anytime 

or anywhere

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

we’ll find some comfort there.

 

And when they begin to need us more…

our arms fit round them like a glove

providing them with all they need

for all they need…

is love.

 

And when they’re no longer with us

how often do we find…

we still can feel that warm embrace…

 

our mother’s arms have left behind.

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