Because Mother’s Day is coming up, I wanted to share with you a poem that I wrote for my mother when I was about 18 or so. Mom has been gone for seven years now, but I still think of her almost every day…and I still stand by every word of what I wrote.
Here’s to you, Mom — and to all the incredible women out there who fulfill the role of motherhood every day.
When God created our mother,
He took the quiet brown of the earth to colour her eyes
and gave them the depths of the ocean
and the wisdom of Himself.
He took the gentle rain to form her tears
and caused the Heavens to weep with her
and the sun to shine on her laughter.
He captured the silver moonbeams
and bade them play within her hair
and shine softly with His pride.
He took the enveloping boughs of the fir
and created her arms
and made them strong to protect her loved ones.
He took the strength of the oak
and the suppleness of a willow
and made from these her body.
He caught the tinkling music of the brook
and put it in her voice
and bade her use it kindly.
And when all this was done,
He took the boundlessness of the Universe
and the love and courage of Himself,
and made her heart.