MORE THOUGHTS OF MOTHERS DAY.

MOTHER’S DAY

Business is bustling and busy,

Cash registers clanging and tinkling.

This is “Mother’s Day” and

Something wrong here I am thinking.

Mother’s Day for me is every day

And we don’t need to set aside

A day to celebrate these things ~

The joy in my children I can’t hide.

I have spent some time in contemplation

Going right back to the early days.

When with joy I told my family

That they would share some baby ways.

How I loved those times when baby was “mine”

And I carried my precious child.

Eating right, walking and resting

And letting my joy run wild.

For me it was not long enough ~

I could have gone on for years.

But time for baby to be born

And I could not hold back my tears.

And from that day when I became a “Mother”

My life was never the same ~

Everything changed  

And the joy of my life they became.

And now they are grown and have flown the nest

And living lives of their own

I look and take pride and such joy

And I see how well they have grown.

They have brought such happy times to me

And busy days were mine

With washing, dancing classes and music

And cooking and I liked it fine.

When I think of the roles I have taken

In the shaping of the lives in my care,

I really wonder how I found the time

To take them everywhere.

I have been a nurse and teacher, 

Taxi driver too.

Cook and laundry maid ~

These are the things I’d do.

I have managed sporting teams

And cooked for camps and such.

Read stories in the Library

And liked it very much.

Done reading with the little ones

And patched up their scraped knees.

What better memories do I really need

Than any one of these?

I have played “shops” and painted

And made creations from “play dough”

And these memories serve me better

Than any that I know.

I loved their baby days 

And toddlers brought such joy.

It was lovely to sew some dolls clothes

And play trains with a little boy.

At this stage when they are grown,

It sometimes makes me weep

When I see the lovely young adults

And feel the joys that I can keep.

So never a day goes by for me

Which is not “Mother’s Day”

And I often smile and watch them

As they go on their way.

It is lovely for me to hear them talk

And to have them offer advice

They often express their concern for me

And I think it rather nice.

And so on Mother’s Day I offer my thanks

To the Children of my heart

And tell them how much I love them

And that I am glad they are a part.

I am glad they are part of my life and me

And part of the scheme of things

And I want to be sure that they know

The joy being their Mother brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

For Mother’s Day 2002