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.