Chrystalwuzhere
05-12-2006, 04:29 PM
I could've used one of the millions of beautiful poems that I have seen written about Mothers, but I figured that for my mother, the only poem that could honor her is one written about her. Only she has walked the road she's walked, and filled the shoes she has filled. So, I wrote her a poem, and want to give a shout-out to my mother for Mother's Day.
:rofl: I'm a real sentimental cornball, but I love this stuff. Just humor me... mmmmmkay?
The Mother's Cross
I've seen you face the devil's ranks
With sword and shield in hand.
I've seen you walk one extra mile
With barely strength to stand.
I've seen you raise your precious babes
By falling on your knees
And calling out to Father God
With mournful, selfless pleas.
~~~†††~~~
Your sobs were like a symphony,
A vast and grand array
Of music strumming soft my heart,
A tune that's meant to stay.
Your prayers were more than lofty lines,
But gently spoken words;
Meant only for the ears of God,
And every word was heard.
~~~†††~~~
Your silent tears ran down your face
As one by one, we strayed.
And knowing God could bring us back,
Down on your knees you stayed.
The Mother's Cross you've always borne
With never one regret;
Without one grudge you carried it,
And yes, you bear it yet!
~~~†††~~~
And though your hair has turned to gray,
Your babes are grown and gone~
They're cleaving to their truest loves,
With babies of their own,
Your Mother's Cross, you still shall bear,
You'll never lay it down;
For it's been carried by your heart,
The truest heart that's found.
I love my Mommy. :tease:
:rofl: I'm a real sentimental cornball, but I love this stuff. Just humor me... mmmmmkay?
The Mother's Cross
I've seen you face the devil's ranks
With sword and shield in hand.
I've seen you walk one extra mile
With barely strength to stand.
I've seen you raise your precious babes
By falling on your knees
And calling out to Father God
With mournful, selfless pleas.
~~~†††~~~
Your sobs were like a symphony,
A vast and grand array
Of music strumming soft my heart,
A tune that's meant to stay.
Your prayers were more than lofty lines,
But gently spoken words;
Meant only for the ears of God,
And every word was heard.
~~~†††~~~
Your silent tears ran down your face
As one by one, we strayed.
And knowing God could bring us back,
Down on your knees you stayed.
The Mother's Cross you've always borne
With never one regret;
Without one grudge you carried it,
And yes, you bear it yet!
~~~†††~~~
And though your hair has turned to gray,
Your babes are grown and gone~
They're cleaving to their truest loves,
With babies of their own,
Your Mother's Cross, you still shall bear,
You'll never lay it down;
For it's been carried by your heart,
The truest heart that's found.
I love my Mommy. :tease: