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For All Occasions
ABOUT MOTHERS AND
CHILDREN
ENVY
I envy your thoughts filled with
wonder and truth
The smallness of hand and the promise of youth
The rhymes you recite and the music that slips
So sweetly and purely from innocent lips
I envy your spirit, your strength and
your pep
The shoes that enfold every tiptoeing step
The locket that hangs on a little gold chain
Right next to your heart where it wants to remain
I envy the waters in playful finesse
The way you allow them a total caress
Of lathery foam as you plunge into glee
Unfettered by vastness and powerful sea
I envy the daisy of yellow and white
So lovingly chosen and held extra tight
I envy the bud vase that it will adorn
The source of your pride on a sun-shiny morn
I envy the pillow of down on your bed
That touches your shoulder and cradles your head
The coverlet nested around a small face
Obligingly still in a slumbering embrace
I envy your guardian angel above
Who cradles your heart in God’s infinite love
SO GREAT A LOVE IS MOTHERHOOD
So great a love is motherhood
More vast than summer skies
That should her love design the months
The twelve would be Julys
The wind would never pluck the leaf
And spin it to the ground
Nor maple shed her verdant cloak
To don a golden gown
Small icy flakes would never swirl
As frigid breezes blow
But then would mother grant her child
Delight in winter snow
July would bow to sparkling white
And wings of cardinal red
So little feet of happiness
Could sail a wooden sled
And thus would mother yield her power
To springtime’s fragrant hues
And bathe her babe abundantly
In periwinkle blues
The moon and sun would turn the seasons
Just as God gave birth
And God would still bless mothers with
The richest love on earth
WHEN LITTLE EYES
When little eyes, once wide and bright
Now stilled and puffed with sleep
Enshrouded by the shades of night
Have slipped into the deep
When dimpled fingers, reaching out
To gather up their fill
Once groping for a toddler cup
Are sweetly posed and still
When sounds of little footsteps
That once scuffled down the hall
Are echoes of your yesterday
Upon a nursery wall
The total weight of daily dread
That strains a mother’s spine
Has settled there beside a child
In light of the divine
All sacrifice, all labored hours
All things God deems worthwhile
Are scents of her most precious flower
That brings a mother’s smile
She cherishes the moment,
Puts aside her daily strife
And longs once more for morning
And the tender touch of life
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