this precious one whom she has waited to meet for months and months.
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His tiny hands are clenched in little fists. Their soft, light pink nails remind her of translucent shells she saw one time that had washed up to shore from deep inside the ocean--delicate, intricate masterpieces of nature.
As she regards him, she dreams of the future...
and makes a wish....
for...
those hands....that they may
always lift up another in need
give without expecting in return
become strong and firm from an honest day's work
his mouth...that it may
speak the truth with kind words
proudly state his beliefs despite opposition
be the voice for those who have no voice
his heart...that it may
never lose the gift of compassion
freely give love and receive love in return
recognize that anger is often a disguise for fear
his legs...that they may
fearlessly walk the road less traveled
steady him in times of trouble
always bring him safely home
all these things she ponders in her heart
She wraps him in a cozy, soft blanket
snug but not too tight
snug but not too tight
holds him close to her heart
and together...
they begin a life
**My child, if your heart be wise,
my own heart also will rejoice;
And my inmost being will exult
when your lips speak what is right
for all that mother
or those who act as mothers
physically or in spirit
or those who act as mothers
physically or in spirit
*Maternal Admiration , William Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)
**Proverbs 23:15-16
Happy Mother's Day!
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Oh I forgot to say, "That's Beautiful"
ReplyDelete:). Thanks for both!!
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