This is a poem written back in the late 90s for my Mom as a gift on Mother’s Day. I can think of no greater calling that that of being a Mother. Mom, I love you more than I can ever express and I know that you love me, too. In spite of my warts, you are my strongest supporter and I cannot overstate the impact you have had on the man I became.
My Mother…
When I was born, and from my Mother’s womb withdrawn,
I did not know it then, but by her strength, I’d soon grow strong.
Not long after, while I was still behind the ears a little wet…
She’d feed, clean and doctor, on that you can bet.
Her love for me, I will never fathom, nor really understand,
But because of that love, I grew strong and became a man.
Whatever I could do or say, her love was never to wain,
Though I know there were times, I was the cause of great pain.
Through it all she, like a rock, belived in who I was and could be.
I’ve not said it ofen enough, but I know she knew best, you see.
I am here today as a testimony of her belief and her undying love.
I was to her, and she to me, a gift from Almighty God above.
It is my hope and prayer that she will know, without fear of rejection,
I thank God daily that He gave me to her at my conception.
I know without doubt, that of her I can say:
“She loves me. I love her. God Bless her on this, her very special day.”
SO, I think you Mom, for all that you’ve done.
This poem is for you, from your grateful, loving son.