poetry

My Miracle Mother

Mom, I look at you and see a walking
miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit, your
ability to soothe my every hurt, the way you
are on duty, unselfishly, every hour, every
day, makes me so grateful that I am yours,
and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart, with
enduring patience and inner strength, you
gave so much for me, sometimes at your
expense.
You are my teacher, my comforter, my
encourager, appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today relates to
you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder as I watch you being you —
my miracle, my mother.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Aside