flowers hand picked from our garden, alongside hand selected cards.
Words echo happy:
"I love you's" - "Happy Mothers Day" -
"Here, let me do that for you" ...
yet, with all the same chaos,
that weaves through life moments.
A mother,
whether on a designated day of the year -
or any other,
still walks through daily
gift-moments
internally programmed without a
second thought
to do so.
To automatically clean up,
wipe a tear, embrace her child running full speed into her
open-love arms.
Quiet contention rising, kiss the cheeks, discipline,
watch over, plead for "just today," help with homework,
speaks love from lips, and holds life-wishes for her growing children.
All of this, every minute of the day.
Why would she even consider to cease
doing her life calling
on a day that recognizes mother?
And with a kiss from grown-son on the cheek,
a "Happy Mother's Day" hug and wish from beautiful daughter,
"You are the best wife and mother I could ever ask for" from hubby ...
These - these gifts in the daily perfect chaos of just
how it should be,
these are the golden threads
woven within heart-womb of this mamma.
These fleeting moment glimpses
plucked out of ordinary daily routine,
pool within soul
filling mother-veins with priceless treasure-breathing
life frames
etched forever.
Worth more than any amount of money can buy.
Every day is Mother's Day - really.
She, the vine connected to each living pulse
around her,
never quits. Always sacrifcies. Always comforts.
Always loves.
She walks this path
all the days of her life.
She, the co-creator of life spirits with
Him.
He - her guiding force in daily life with these precious
souls,
entrusted in her.
Holding her tender heart in His loving hands.
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