Prov. 31: 10, 27-28 "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her."
A Mother’s Trials
Six children born to parents
At different eras and times
One during a peaceful age
One during wartime crimes
Two were born surprisingly
Two lost along the way
Then came two bouncing girls
Making the family a buffet.
The mother’s trials were endless
With her six kids underwing
While father being the breadwinner
Made mother’s trials the sting.
Nothing perfect happened
In the years that followed suit
One son went into the service
While the other a different route
Four kids left to figure out
What right and wrong would come
Mother taking a job to help
The kids not under her thumb.
The years passed by so quickly
Each different memories to hold.
Some boast of great harmony
While some had pasts of cold.
Not every life runs perfectly
Not every childhood is grand
A mother’s trials are silent
With each child in a different hand.
A mother remembers the good times
While the child will store the bad.
But both will hold a great life
No matter which one was had.
A mother’s trial is what forged us
Whether we like the image we see.
Her trials are what formed and shaped
The intricate family.
As Mother’s Days will come and go
Just as each life will come to pass
Remember through trials and errors
It’s our Mothers love that will last!
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My mother and dad would've been married 61
years this year. He's passed over and she waits for the day to see him again. But this is MY story, not hers. I just want what is best for her, a great day!
2 comments:
Autobiographical poetry. Different! I liked it, Joni! I take it you write this up and send it in a card to Mom?
*Hugs!* Happy Mother's Day! <3
THanks, Ben,
I type it up, draw pretty flowers or vines on it and it BECOMES the cad. I don't buy a card to place this in a card. LOL This IS the card!!
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