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For Second Sundays in MayI have.... Traded seemingly endless pain For the gift That brings to one The ultimate pleasure. Walked down blind alleys Sometimes with eyes open Sometimes with eyes closed Where even Angels and Fools Feared to tread. Danced into greener pastures In warm sunshine After gray days of rain And tears. Smiled as the music of laughter Bound up in sweet giggles Tickled my eardrums Igniting a symphony Of Love Beyond any limits. Touched the hand of God Holding fast to my own As tiny fingers Curled around mine In recognition And newborn anticipation. Felt the emptiness Mixed with happiness As the little feet Once used for tracking mud Across brand newly mopped floors Now leave footprints On the heart As they carry the owners Into adulthood. Bowed my head in thanksgiving And humble appreciation That I was blessed Three times To be Their Mother. I would.... Do it all again In a heartbeat. Pat Reeves (c) May 9, 2003 Dedicated to Mothers everywhere. Happy Mother's Day. ~P~ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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