Dear Mom

(In honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, here is a “tip of the hat” to mothers.)

We were, dear Mom, once one,
	Before my life on earth had yet begun;
With you I was as close as I could be—
	Until the cord was cut to set me free.

Yet, even then, our souls were not apart.
	With you, my Mom, we’ve lived as heart to heart.
There was a tie that bound us soul to soul,
	Apart from you, my life would not be whole.

You taught me with a touch of loving care;
	With me, your child, you’d ever gladly share.
Your touch, your smile, and ever gentle hand,
	Gave me the push to crawl, to walk, to stand.

Your words were my first lessons in life’s school;
	Without them, I’d have surely played the fool.
You’ve loved and coached me with a watchful eye,
	You made me want to live and soar on high.

The mark you left upon my soul was etched—
	On canvass was a perfect picture sketched;
You left your best of loving, caring, kind,
	Pressed firmly on the chambers of my mind.

Your power to heal, to cure, to make life right,
	Was ever present, guiding day and night;
Your counsel—always shared in truth and love—
	Was sought in secret from our God above.

You sacrificed, you gave, and gave again.
	The depth of goodness seemed to have no end;
With no conditions put on what you shared,
	We never, ever doubted that you cared.

And so, dear Mom, on this your special day,
	Just listen for a moment as we say:
“You are a ‘Mother’s Mother!’ to be sure;
	A woman—gift of God—priceless and pure.”

-Anthony Slutz