She felt that old familiar lump..
That lump in her throat that always
accompanies her tears..
Slowly the tears fell like
raindrops falling down from
a lonely dark cloud on the horizon..
Words failed as she tried to speak..
Only her heart could feel the emotions
and feel what her mind was trying
to say..
Expressions, heartfelt thoughtful
gifts and richly worded cards
filled her mailbox, or left on
her doorstep..
Sentiments of love that lifted
her spirit and touched her soul..
She sat on her steps outside her
home where through the years
She had raised her children..
She was recalling each one
of yesterday's child as they
came in and out of a front door...
In her minds eye, each time they
arrived and left this home, they were
all just a little older ..
She misses the clutter, the clamour,
the constant loud voices of teasing,
the laughter, even the arguing that always
rattled the rafters and shook the windows..
Now the house is still and the home is
silent..
She is a mother .. A mother who quietly
sits alone on the steps of one of the
many homes where she held, nurtured
and loved each one of her children..
A mother who is knowingly blessed by
each child she, with their father, proudly
raised them all ..successfully sending them
out into the world to start their lives with
their dreams of wonder and excitement ...
Her Mothers Day always gives way to these
cherished memories of years with her children..
As each gift and card arrive, they remind her
that she is honored and loved today ..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
Mothers Day 2014
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