Friday, May 6, 2016

For Moms

It’s been five years this week since my mother, Elaine Bagger, died. She loved butterflies. I wrote this poem for the bulletin we used at her funeral. It’s sentimental and it rhymes, but it was written from my heart at the time. I still talk to her now and then, especially if my heart is heavy and I'm sure she hears me because that’s . . .   



The Way of a Mother
by Susan Sundwall

With labored breath and happy tears
she brought you here to earth
and so became your mother
at the moment of your birth.

She gazed at you in wonder
precious daughter, tiny son
and held you up so proudly,
“Meet your daddy, little one.”

Then years rolled by like thunder
with laughter, joy and -  grief,
too soon you were a grown up
thanks to Father Time – that thief!

But standing like a solid oak
who’s limbs are strong and true,
your mother said, “I love you,
no matter what you do.”

So you hardly even noticed
how her back began to bow,
or that her former lively step
had now become quite slow.

A moment here, a moment there
was all that you could give.
She let you go quite happily,
had taught you how to live.

And now this loving woman
who brought you here to earth,
she longs to leave the wondrous life
the laughter, grief, and mirth.

When finally unto her there comes
the call to Heaven’s grace,
our God will gently take her
to His holy, peaceful place.


Happy Mother’s Day to all my readers.




Image: Free Digital Photos

7 comments:

  1. What a lovely tribute, Susan! Thank you for sharing it with us. Happy Mother's Day to you too!

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    1. Thank you, Karen. I always appreciate your comments. =0)

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  2. Jennifer Brown BanksMay 6, 2016 at 8:30 AM

    Eloquent and endearing. Thanks and God bless, Sue.

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  3. That is beautiful! Eric has a different kind of present for you this year. I think you will enjoy it.

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    1. Wow,Kate. Now my curiosity is up! See you soon.

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