poem for a mom who celebrated Christmas with courage and grace beyond my comprehension
it was the son’s idea
a verse from Hughes
his own thoughts, more eloquently expressed
a piece of himself left on a kitchen table
for you, mom
words of adoration
she stores in a drawer
at first a keepsake, then a remembrance
held to her face and cherished
read with reverence, again and again
it was the mom’s idea
a verse from Hughes
her own thoughts, more eloquently expressed
a piece of herself left on a gravestone
for you, son
words of atonement
she stores in her heart
at first an elegy, then a celebration
hands cupping his face, she will recite them
when they meet again
I wrote this after seeing a photo of the small decorated tree a mother brought to her sons gravesite so he could be a part of the family’s Christmas.
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The saddest and most heart-wrenching line is not in the poem, its the picture painted by the last line “the small decorated tree a mother brought to her sons gravesite so he could be a part of the family’s Christmas.” The emotion in that is heart-breaking. Not to take away from the poem itself. Another success, Oso.
You take me away from my own small worries and fears. Thank you Oso. Heart felt portrait of a mother.
May your very special day Overflow with love and peace, Thank God for his grace and mercy His wonders to me never cease. Each life you’ve been blessed to touch Reminds us to persevere, Your commitment and obedience to God Opens hearts and minds, it’s clear. Unwavering strength you possess A devoted servant in all that you do, Reverence the One from whom you’re made Ever faithful, ever loving, ever true. Let’s celebrate and enjoy this moment Or reminisce about years ago, Vow we have to cherish you Even more than you’ll ever know. Dear Mother, Happy Birthday!
Bless you Jan Day and thank you for reading.