With a little help (make that a lot) from Joyce Kilmer, I
drafted a poem for Mary Ellen this morning to reflect the awe I feel with
regard to her mothering skills.
Upon reflection, I thought it might be nice to share this poem with each
of you and wish all of the mothers in our lives a Happy Mothers’ Day.
To a
Wonderful Mother
I THINK that I shall never read
a
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poem as lovely as a mother.
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A mother whose gentle lips
are prest
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Against the head of sweet
and helpless child
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A mother that looks at God
all day,
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And lifts her hands to
pray;
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A mother that may in summer
hear
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The joy of children
laughing near;
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Upon whose bosom tears have
lain;
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Who intimately lives with
other’s pain.
That is who you are,
One can plainly see
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Poems are made by fools
like me,
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But only God can make a
mother like thee.
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