Thursday, May 7, 2009
A Mother at Rest
What can I say?
How do you do it?
Can you show me the way?
Your girls are so precious, all pink and aglow,
Let the photos tell that story, but there’s a secret I have to know.
There’s some magic hidden within this motherly nest,
It’s not in those photos, the smiles or the pink dress.
To witness it up close is a picture of awe,
And you don’t need a camera to see what I saw.
With grace, a calm heart and a nice gentle stride,
You’re a mother at rest, deep down inside.
And I thank you for sharing not only your girls, who take from you the fair skin, a freckle and some curls.
But today what I took was a lesson for me.
If I had to name it, I’d call it “just be.”