Ode to Mothers

A Mother’s worth is as pure gold

She teaches her children great lessons

With grace as her babies unfold

But it’s never with oppression

It’s with love that she takes action

For one day they will swiftly fly

With wings that will gain great traction

and soar to great heights in the sky

So that she as nurturer will smile

knowing that one day she will leave

And her children will ponder her style

With lovely thoughts that help them grieve

And memories that soothe soul’s sorrows

Will make her children one day say

That she prepared them for tomorrow

To celebrate her love like Mother’s Day

 

Deirdre M. DeLoatch

 

This poem is dedicated to those whose mothers have passed away. I know Mother’s Day was last month, but I wanted to write it then, but I didn’t finish my thoughts. My sister’s colleague just lost her mom in a tragic car accident because of a drunk driver. I wrote this because our mothers are everything to us, like her mother was to her. Some of our mothers are with the Lord in heaven. Those of us who are fortunate, may still have them with us. We have them here for a season, but we never know when their day will be their last. Let’s celebrate everyday with them and honor them for their personal sacrifice in helping us become what and whom we are today. The Bible says to honor thy mother and thy father for your days will be long (Exodus 20:12).

For personal reflection read one of the most tender stories about Ruth and Naomi. It epitomizes the love between a “mother” and daughter, although they were in- laws. Be blessed by this.

Read Ruth 1-4.

 

 

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