Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Day

This is for the Mother's

Each mother that I've known

Whose greatest hope was someday

To have children of her own. 

For the ones who proudly rocked their dolls
And kissed them each goodnight

This is for the Mother's 

Who were told..."Something's not right".

This is for the mother

Who when faced with such a trial

Sits beside her child's bed

Just praying all the while.

For mom's who learned of patience

In a way that no one should

For mothers who know firsthand

Life isn't always good.

When dreams of all the "oohs" and "ahhs"

As doting friends arrive

Become instead a battle

To help their child thrive.

This is for the mothers

Who refuse to face defeat

Who become their child's advocate

Who teach their child to eat.

Appointments fill their busy lives

It's time to go again

With feeding pumps and specialists

A tank of oxygen.

As people stop to take a look

Just wondering...what's wrong?

I've seen that look, a hundred times

"You must be very strong".

The oohs and ahhs...don't matter...
Now life seems much more clear...
I'm lucky I'm her mother....
I'm blessed that she's still here.

This is for the mother....
Whose shaking hands release...
The child that she loves so much...
(And then she prays for peace)

"We will take good care of her"...
The nurse says carefully....
This mother's thoughts are simple...
"Lord bring her back to me..

.
Her life no longer in her hands...
She wonders what's in store...
This is for the mother....
Who has walked this road before.

This is for the mother....
Whose worst fear comes to light....
"We're still not certain what went wrong...."
"We'll watch her through the night."

For mother's who sit powerless...
Praying...please let her survive...
For mother's who go on somehow...
When their miracle doesn't arrive.

As some wake up on Mothers day...
To kisses, cards and laughs...
Other's have just memories...
and well worn photographs.

This is for the Mother's....
Who knows that it's a treasure....
To have a child...love a child...
There is no greater pleasure.

For runny eggs and blackened toast....
Arranged upon a tray....
With a bunch of wilted dandelions...
"Mom does it taste okay"?

For every busy restauraunt...
And every crowded mall....
The words...."I love you mama" are...
The greatest gift of all.

~Stephanie Husted