In Honor of my Mom and my Mom2

My husband asked me to write a Mother's Day poem, and since I usually aim to please, I sat down to write one. Trouble was (and I'm weird this way), once the words started coming they wouldn't stop. When all was said and done I had three poems instead of one. So here they are. Feel free to send one or all to YOUR mom!

Mothers Day Poem #1

God gave us each a mother

And He saw that it was good

To have someone to love us

And teach us what they should

And if I had no mother

I would‘ve survived, I suppose

But who would kiss away my tears

And who might have wiped my nose?

I loved my mama’s goodnight kisses

I was thankful for the clothes she folded

I’ll never forget her sweet embrace

I’m even glad for the times she scolded

She made sure I was warm and fed

Dressed me in striped pajamas

And I was sure that I must have

The very best of all the mamas

When I fell down she picked me up

Told me to wear my coat and hat

Took me to lessons, practice and school

And cheered loudest when I was at bat

She knew what I was thinking

Even when I didn’t say

Made sure I minded my manners

Taught me to kneel and pray

She loved the dandelions I brought her

Put them in a vase to enjoy

But when she took me shopping

I hardly ever got that toy

If I was feeling down and out

She’d sit and give me a back rub

And when I’d been playing hard all day

She would just throw me in the tub

Whenever I got a nasty cold

She’d make me hot tea and toast

She didn’t worry about catching my germs

That’s the part I liked the most

I thought that she was beautiful

Her scent was sweet like flowers

And when it came to kissing owies

She seemed to have magic powers

I couldn’t tattle-tale but she’d chide him

When my brother was being a pest

I love her more than I can say

And know that I’ve been blessed

And on this day when we honor our moms

We all celebrate in different ways

But since God gave us each a mother

Let’s give Him all the praise

Mothers Day Poem #2

Mother’s Day has rolled around

(And I say this with a grin)

Every year I know it’ll happen

I’ll hear about HER again

They’ll go through her list of attributes

Never thinking it’s overdone

You know the lady I refer to

She’s from Proverbs 31

The Bible is the Word of God

Of that much I am sure

But I have to wonder

Am I supposed to be like her?

My husband has no rubies

But no one’s offered even a dime

And he has no need of spoil?

I spoil mine all the time

I do him good, not evil

This much is probably true

But flax wasn’t on my shopping list

Neither was wool – who knew?

I’ve never been described as a merchant ship

The food I bring is from the grocery store

I’d rather sleep till nine o’clock

And I’ve even been known to snore

I have no maids to give a portion to

I’ve never bought a field

I wouldn’t know how to plant a vineyard

And my girded loins are rarely revealed

The strength in my arms is failing fast

My merchandise is apt to dwindle

I always blow my candles out

And I’ve never owned a spindle

Afraid of snow? No way

My kids don’t wear red and such

Though Purple is always encouraged

But the silk – not so much

Tapestry is not part of my wardrobe

My husband’s gate is in his pasture

I buy all my linen at WalMart

If I made it, it’d be  a disaster

I certainly do NOT deliver girdles

And enjoy some idle time now and then

Wisdom is not always what I speak

Can I get an amen?

But though I never be like her

You won’t find me stressing

Because my dear husband loves me

My precious children are my blessing

Proverbs 31 woman,

I can’t measure up to your words or deeds

And though I aspire to be like you

God made me just what my family needs

Mothers Day Poem #3

Ever have one of those days?

The kind where nothing goes right?

The baby cries, the toddler howls

And the older ones are having a fight

Being a mom is such hard work

Maybe you’re not cut out for this job

It’s enough to make you want to give up

Or at least sit down and sob

Motherhood isn’t what you expected

Nobody told you it’d be this hard

Cooking, laundry, picking up

Being the cookie jar guard

But remember this fun fact

When you’re feeling feeble and frail

The greatest mother in history

Once had an epic fail

It was time to leave Jerusalem

Where they celebrated the Passover Feast

Talking and singing as they walked along

Not worried in the least

Then when Mary called Jesus to supper

He didn’t arrive and she frowned

“Where did that boy get to now?”

But her 12-year-old couldn’t be found

Horrified, scared and trembling

Her body ached with the tension

He wasn’t with friends or family

Oh, why hadn’t she paid attention?

Mary must have cried and prayed

Perhaps she and Joseph quarreled

For this was no simple mother-mishap

The kid she lost was Savior of the World!

She and Joseph made their way back

Looked in places of all sorts

Frantic for three entire days

Before finding Him in the Temple Courts

So the moral of this story is

When you’re feeling less than extraordinary

Remember no Mom is perfect

No, not even Mary

We’ve all been there once or twice

And it’s going to be OK

When your child hugs you tight

And whispers “Happy Mother’s Day”

For God gives you strength to carry on

And grace to see you through

Mother, NO ONE can love your kids

Quite the same as YOU!