‘Twas the night before Mother’s Day

January 6, 2008

‘Twas the night before Mother’s Day and all through the house,
not a creature was sleeping, not even the mouse.
My daughter was restless still sniffling with a cold,
and after ten days, it was getting very old.
My baby’s not sleeping, she’s also been ill.
And I’m praying for patience … it’s a test of my will.
My time is not spent with novels and films,
Instead I’m wiping noses and unidentifiable spills.
“Don’t fight with your sister.” “Come on, we’ll be late!”
“Will you put your shoes on without making me wait?”
And in the midst of it all I suddenly pause,
to realize the gift of my children is the most precious of all.
Being a mother is no easy task,
with all the demands, so MANY they ask!
And though my head may be screaming words I cannot repeat
My heart loves every moment, even those not-so-sweet.
It’s getting late, my children are sleeping.
Oh how I’ve longed for this moment … but now find myself creeping
into their rooms to take one last peek.
For fulfillment in my life, I no longer seek.
Ear infections and colds, come what may.
For I feel the most blessed person on this Mother’s Day.
And if you’re reading this passage I encourage you to say,
yes, I will make the time to cherish every day.
Now one more thing to proclaim as I withdraw out of sight
… Happy Mother’s Day to all, and to all a goodnight!
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