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
Tyger Tyger 