Hello All! Had the opportunity to participate in an anthology project for Mother’s Day this year. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.com/To-Mom-With-Love-Anthology/dp/0692202102/
It is titled To Mom, With Love: A Mother’s Anthology – it’s a
compilation of selected writings from 13 authors. Inside are poems, short
stories and prose dedicated to the special women in our lives. My contribution
is a poem found on pages 51-54. The book is published just in time for Mother’s
Day, to allow family, friends, and relatives the opportunity to purchase, read,
and share. The book is published by BK Royston Publishing out of
Jeffersonville, IN. The company was established in 2008 with the mission to
publish enjoyable inspirational material for all ages.
Below is my contribution to the anthology, titled: Mothers
Enjoy!
p.s. Get ready for Whubble Village…coming to a bookstore near you!
Below is my contribution to the anthology, titled: Mothers
Enjoy!
p.s. Get ready for Whubble Village…coming to a bookstore near you!
To Mom, With Love: A Mother’s
Anthology
Mothers
Who is a mother - an angel, a saint?
More kind and beautiful than a brush stroke can paint.
Mothers listen and comfort and cuddle with care.
There's warmth in their smile that is loving and fair.
You can hear her reminding, and teaching, encouraging,
And scolding, but only when one’s deserving.
She’s often found praying to God, on her knees.
She's precious, her worth is far above rubies.
There's another mother, the first to teach giving.
This mother was Eve, the Mother of all living.
She's a marvelous figure, in history, debated.
Yet Creation wasn't final 'til Eve was created.
She was not unconscious to the choice she pursued.
The forbidden fruit, she knew, was the right kind of food.
Full of knowledge and wisdom, she saw through the deception,
Eve understood pain and true joy, would come through conception.
'Cause of her, now, we are. It's amazing to know,
Through the birth of a baby, God’s children can grow.
But what of those women, through no choice of their own,
Would like to have children, but can't as it's known.
The promise is, one day, whether in this life or the next
Their heart's desire will be granted, in some glorious context.
We do not know just how God will make this transpire,
'Cept through God’s love for women with a Mother's desire.
Now, what of you men, who struggle to find,
How to teach your children to love and be kind?
If you want your children to love one another,
The secret's in the way that you treat their mother.
Who is a mother - an angel, a saint?
More kind and beautiful than a brush stroke can paint.
Mothers listen and comfort and cuddle with care.
There's warmth in their smile that is loving and fair.
You can hear her reminding, and teaching, encouraging,
And scolding, but only when one’s deserving.
She’s often found praying to God, on her knees.
She's precious, her worth is far above rubies.
There's another mother, the first to teach giving.
This mother was Eve, the Mother of all living.
She's a marvelous figure, in history, debated.
Yet Creation wasn't final 'til Eve was created.
She was not unconscious to the choice she pursued.
The forbidden fruit, she knew, was the right kind of food.
Full of knowledge and wisdom, she saw through the deception,
Eve understood pain and true joy, would come through conception.
'Cause of her, now, we are. It's amazing to know,
Through the birth of a baby, God’s children can grow.
But what of those women, through no choice of their own,
Would like to have children, but can't as it's known.
The promise is, one day, whether in this life or the next
Their heart's desire will be granted, in some glorious context.
We do not know just how God will make this transpire,
'Cept through God’s love for women with a Mother's desire.
Now, what of you men, who struggle to find,
How to teach your children to love and be kind?
If you want your children to love one another,
The secret's in the way that you treat their mother.
How can you know if all these things are true?
Just ask God, He'll tell you. He'll whisper to you.
He'll touch your heart and help you remember,
That the first love you knew, came from your mother.
Just ask God, He'll tell you. He'll whisper to you.
He'll touch your heart and help you remember,
That the first love you knew, came from your mother.
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