MOTHERHOOD
A lovely poem from Lorna Oliver.
MOTHERHOOD
Humility bends to gather castaway trash,
Mountains of laundry, leftover mash
Thrown to the floor by teacup sized hands
As the days fulfilled duties meet only demands.
Patience kisses the red swollen face,
Bathes the bare knees that you warned not to race,
Answers the questions though weary she feels,
And smiles at the wonder found in orange peel.
Gentleness carves through old gnarly walls
Dwells in the peaceful, though fiercest of all,
Power to defeat what battalions can’t,
Teaching and guiding and holding small hands.
Joy sees the beauty in cereal and milk,
And dinosaur paintings, ignoring what’s spilt,
Opens the curtains with fresh new delight,
Freeing a spirit to soar as a kite.
Love, now love, how mighty she is,
Love smashes walls pride built over years,
Love steps through storms, walks on water, raises dead,
Love meets the husband’s harsh words with a kiss.
Motherhood answers the scariest call,
As tiny creations require you for all,
Demanding your courage and wonder and grace,
Supplied by our Maker as he cheers on your race.
LORNA OLIVER (England)
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Painting: Mother Reading to Son by Svetlana Jenkins
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