Photo By: My Husband
Tie mud soaked
Dirty shoelaces, willingly
Never flinching
Offer warm embraces, touch
Soft supple skin
With delicate fingers, hold
A heart when it is too heavy
For a child’s own hands, say “I love you”
With her eyes, surrender
Squirm and squeal, kick and cry, sit
With those big feelings sharing
There is nothing wrong, watch
Her baby fall asleep, she holds her breath
The day is done, wake up
Anytime in the night, may need
A hug, a meal, a child crying from fright
Give the food off her plate
Nighttime walks
Over a moonlit landscape, dance
Eyes closed arms spread, sharing
A smile, she sees that sweet brilliant glowing soul
She Holds it close
Until you are ready
And then, it is time
To let go
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Wonderful, Carrie. A poem beautifully shared in word and image and heart and soul. So many of us mothers can relate. I love the photo your husband took as well – talk about capturing the essence of motherhood. Happy Mother’s Day to you, my friend!
Thank you, Gin. I am happy these words come across as you describe. As I am sure is true for most mothers, I have very few photographs with my boys. This is one of my very favorites.