Mother
Crafted by the Master's hand
Each detail etched by time.
The winds of trials, the floods of pain,
Make you the more sublime.
The Master carved a masterpiece
With hands that reach to hold
The tear-stained child with skinned up knees
And lives to shape and mold.
He carved a heart with love unfeigned
That's pure and undefiled.
That makes her arms a safe warm place
For each and every child.
He carved out things like patience
And hope that springs eternal.
The gift of laughter, joy, and smiles
That comes from those maternal.
This masterpiece was carved by God
His gift to one another.
This simple, essential work of art
Will bear the name of Mother.
Mark Nicholas @1995
(this is the last verse that he wrote for me):
Yes, God created mothers
But from you he carved the mold
Thank you, Carole, for being
The mother of my fold.
Happy Mother's Day to our moms, daughters, sisters, and friends. Love you all so much!
1 comment:
I love all his poetry. He does such a great job!!!
Hope you had a great mother's day Carole. You know I consider you one of my mom's. :)
Love Ya!!
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