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Click here(Dedicated and inspired by "A lady of
courage, love and a wonderful inner spirit.")
Moonlight bathes the young babe's faces
Silently they sleep, full of happy dreams;
Filled with fairy cakes, lemonade and parks
Ducks waddled, birdies sang and they played
Mommy smiled and there were many games
Hide n seek in shrubs and behind trees
Smothered giggles as they were found
Now they slumber, bathed in bubbles
Dressed in warm 'jamas and tucked in
Snuggled under warm, colourful covers
Mommy read Green Eggs and Ham
Mr Sandman tugged at weary eyelids
Soon they slumbered, snoring lightly
Limbs soon relaxed, blankies askew
Cute faces resting upon plump pillows
In the corner, quietly sits a young woman
Seated upon a wooden chair, watching
A nightly ritual, her thoughts are deep
Her vigil from late at night till morning
To simply watch over her li'l darlings
Content in the tender short moments
As her angels sleep, she patiently waits
Knowing the night will pass quickly
Needing to be there when they awake
Their first glimpse of the day dawning
To be her smiling, happy loving face
Running to her warm, enveloping arms
Holding them tight, kissing sleepy faces
Laughing as they wriggle and shout
"Mommy, we love you, Mommy."
Each day a blessing shared with others
A gift of time and two precious bundles
Knowing one day soon she would pass on
To become a bright star in their night sky
Happy in the knowledge the time well spent
Lost in her own thoughts, she softly smiles
Thinking not of yesterday nor of tomorrow
But of being so alive in the present second
Grateful for the moment and hoping for more
She sighs, getting up and adjusting quilts
Softly kissing each young childs forehead
Placing an errant teddy bear under an arm
Tucking in and making her babes comfy
She returns to her place in the corner
As the night lightens, ready for morn
The sun begins to rise as the Moon dips
Birds start to cheep, as a new day dawns
Another beginning as her children start to stir
She stretches, and laughs as her wig shifts
Pushing it back into place she lovingly waits
Somehow I knew what was coming and still I shed a tear. You don't have to be a mother to know what's right and what to do.
Hard to say there's only one emotion here - it's not just sad, even if tissues are used. Though she might soon be gone, she'll be a wonderful mother right to the end. :-) Terrie
Two tissue poems today! It's a bit much. If this doesn't move you, you must already be dead! Only a Mom can know so much love.CP
This one is powerful! Not many I've read cause me to run for the tissues. This one did it! EM
One of the most moving tender renderings I have ever read on Lit. There is that poignant sweetness that no words can ever quite describe.