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MOTHER
by Nancy McPherson

MOTHER IS A SPECIAL TITLE, BESTOWED WHEN WE GIVE BIRTH.
IT IS THE SWEETEST SOUNDING WORD, USED THROUGHOUT THE EARTH.

ONCE THIS TITLE IS CONFERRED, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR CHILD, YOUR RANK IS THERE TO STAY.

MOTHERS COME IN MANY SIZES, AGE AND COLORS TOO.
ALL HAVE MANY BURDENS AND MANY THINGS TO DO.

THE YOUNG MOTHER IS BUSY WITH THE INFANT BABY'S NEEDS.
WHILE THOSE A LITTLE OLDER ARE PATCHING UP SKINNED KNEES.

THEN COMES THE DAYS WHEN WE MUST GUILD OUR ADOLESCENT CHILD.
TO HELP THEM BUILD GOOD CHARACTER AND PERFECT THEIR STYLE.

THE MOTHER OF A TEEN HAS A DIFFERENT SET OF WOAS.
SHE WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT HIS FRIENDS AND WHERE HE ALWAYS GOES.

THEN COMES THE YOUNG ADULT WITH PATHS THEY CHOOSE TO TAKE.
COLLEGE, MARRIAGE, WORKING OR EUROPE FOR A BREAK.

AS SOON AS THINGS HAVE SETTLED DOWN, AND YOU CAN BREATHE REAL DEEP.
THE GRANDKIDS START COMING, AND YOU START LOOSING SLEEP.

YOU REMEMBER ALL THE TRIALS OF LIFE, AND MISTAKES YOU MADE.
YOU WANT TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN FROM PAYING THE PRICE YOU PAID.

YOU WORRY ABOUT THEIR CHOICES, THEIR FINANCES AND THEIR JOBS,
ABOUT THEIR FAITH AND VALUES YOU ALWAYS TRIED TO LOB.

BUT PRAYING FOR HER LOVED ONES, IS WHAT A MOTHER DOES.
SHE HAS THE WISDOM TO KNOW, HELP COMES FROM ABOVE.

GOD KNOWS THE HEAVY BURDEN THAT COMES WITH BEING MOTHER.
BUT HE COULDN'T GIVE THIS SPECIAL JOB TO JUST ANY OTHER.

SO CELEBRATE YOUR SPECIAL DAY WITH PRIDE AND HONOR TOO.
YOU'RE GOD'S CHOSEN MOTHER TO DO THE THINGS YOU DO.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!






Please contact Nancy McPherson at "nancymcpherson@aol.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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