Dawn

“Her children arise up, and call her blessed…” – Prov. 31:28

I stepped outside the eighth of May

To cut some flowers for Mothers’ Day,

But stopped on steps and looked about

For morning did its message shout.

The secrets of the clear bright dawn

Sang out to me a mother’s song,

And truths that I saw pictured there

I now write down with you to share.

As newly risen sun did shine

On all its pale orange rays did find,

I thought of tender smiles I’ve seen

From my mom, that gave light to me.

I heard the varied songs of birds

Who praise their Maker without words.

My mom’s sweet songs still fill my heart

For she often sang as she moved about.

I saw the trees stand tall and straight.

I’ve seen them stay the same; it’s great

To know my mom still steady is

Through all life’s changes of that and this.

I felt the gentle breeze of spring

The refreshing coolness that it brings,

Like sweet encouragement to press on

That mom has brought when night was long.

I saw and smelled the flowers rare;

A delicate beauty beyond compare

Can only be likened to the touch and sight

Of Mama: when she’s near, all’s right.

I had to smile, for then I heard

A rooster calling to his world.

I thought of my mom waking us

Day after day despite our fuss!

Last I wandered to the creek;

I expected busy bubbling to meet,

But in stillness it mirrored the trees above

As my mom reflects the God she loves.

My mom would say she’s not so good,

But I say, she’s done all she could

To live for God and family,

To obey His Word so faithfully.

And if one day when my daughter’s grown

These truths to her I will have shown

As “Mama” I will successful be.

The secret’s this: Jesus in me.

I send these words across the miles

To you, Mom, via e-mail files,

And all my love and hugs come, too.

Thank you for all you are and do!