A Mother’s Arms

For this coming week—week three after the accident—I wrote a poem that is a tribute to both Adam and my mother. Actually, I wrote this poem a week ago on Mother’s Day, but, because of circumstances, we didn’t celebrate it until today.

My mother is the very best person I know. She has all the qualities—patience, love, acceptance, tenderness, tolerance, charity—that I think of as the epitome of Motherhood. The way she lives, the way she has helped to raise all of us, shows the truly marvelous person she is. I love her and respect her more than I can say. Throughout this entire ordeal, I feel the most for her. Mothers are something special and Adam was her baby boy. So “A Mother’s Arms” is for the both of them, and all you mothers everywhere:

Arms

Wrapped around her middle

Holding that first resting place

Right beneath the heart

Steadily lulling life into peace as it grows

Arms

Cradling that brand new babe

A spark of the divine

Contained within the humble abode

Of a newborn’s body

Arms

Shielding a new son

From the glare of the world

Readying a new soul

For the life to come

Arms

Lifting him up

From the dust and dirt

Comforting scrapes

Chasing tears away

Arms

Supporting a young man’s dreams

Bracing him from behind

Giving strength

To succeed and thrive

Arms

Weary from holding others

Being held up in turn

By him, the son

Unseen but always there

 

 

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