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Title: Happy Mother's Day to Y'all!
Tags: Mother's Day mom mother poem poetry heroes
Blog Entry: Just a few poems I've written over the years celebrating motherhood. The Blind is not about my mother, just a perspective on a mother's love, sacrifice.  I am blessed that I still have my mother on the other end of a phone line fairly frequently and see her occasionally, admittedly, much less than I would like. Others are based on my love, appreciation and respect for my wife, the mother of my son and my stepson.  As far as moms go, I might be biased, but she's as good as moms come.  Our kids have been blessed to have her. Well, here goes... Enjoy, and thanks again to those who call yourselves mothers, and those who don't but practice the daily ritual of being that motherly hero to kids compromised by a compromised world. [b][i]The Blind[/i][/b] Sunrise ribbons of red and gold bring back memories of days of old. Silently waiting in our little blind, it’s funny to think, she never did mind. We watched the bucks line the field as does danced but would not yield. Oh sweet the seasons of those years passed; I wish I could still hear her muzzle blast. These days I hunt our blind alone, my mother’s touch no longer known. I smile to myself in our little blind; I swallow hard, she never did mind. [b][i]Proud Provider[/i][/b] Osh-Kosh overalls threadbare worn press on to the bank this summer morn. With bologna in hand I set the snare. There must be zillions of crawdads in there! Won’t mom be excited? Won’t she delight to see what she’ll be cooking tonight? [b][i]This Gift I Cannot Give[/i][/b] That bright afternoon you entered my life, eyes brimming with anticipation, while sunlight sat upon the rose of your cheeks. So many years have never felt like such fleeting moments racing through my mind, unchecked by regret, simply memories of this glorious life worth living. I have so many memories, thoughts, precious moments, tucked quietly away among things cherished at the center of my being. Gilded spirit never blessed so much as the early morning we rose together. Sunlight again danced upon the rose of your cheeks, highlighting tender lips whispering to me, “I’m ready.” Never shall I forget how the dew glistened in the yard as we walked down the drive in the mist of morning light, and how beautifully poised you were as we sped off. Your eyes teamed with excitement dancing between light and shadows. Fear and joy both vying for the lead always courting fear of the unknown. Yet, in this panic-laden moment that envelops all of my erratic thoughts, where your body languishes between Heaven and Hell, not  mine, your thoughts remain always at peace within the refuge of our secret paradise. Sweat augered its course from my brow to mix with sweet tears and the joyous and overwhelming loss of breath which marked the moment that you gave me the greatest gift of all. The gift of life ever after manifested in the eyes and cries of my son. Love to live on in divine union beyond the span of our own lives. Two hearts united in the breast of one. This gift I can never give haunts me. You are the mother of my child, my love, my wife. [b][i]The Gifts of a Mother[/i][/b] The grace of a mother, infinitely profound. Warmth and security will always surround. The arms of a mother, cradled from cold. Softest of hands in strife to hold. The eyes of a mother, behold the beauty, of unconditional love and endless duty. The mind of a mother, purest in thought. Forsaking all others, for you she has fought. The heart of a mother, no hint of helplessness. Transcends all time with endless selflessness. The soul of a mother, strength to endure. Stable ground, her path is pure. The smile of a mother, perfection of love. Fleeting miracles sent from above. The love of a mother, unyielding guide. Regardless of storm or height of tide. [i][b]All Works Copyright © 2008 Kevin V. Reese[/b][/i]