Spiritual Mirrors : Mother Poetry

   
 

My Mothers gentle presence was always there with me .                                                 

I had been conceived . In time the world would know .

 
My life is what happened within her and she carried me .                                     

Then I was born and I started to grow .  .    

 

Many years have come and gone since the start of my life here on earth -. 

So much territory unknown .

 

I started thinking about some of the things my Mother's done .

So I've written  them in a poem .

 

How could I ever repay my Mothers for all she's done .

It  doesn't add up in dollars and cents .

 

If I counted how many miles my Mother walked to  help me 

I could never measure the distance  

 

She always forgave me and tried to forget the wrong things I did .

She made things somehow make some sense  .

 

She stood by my side when I was victimised ..

She evened up things for me and came to my defence .

 

 She shared advice and heard the arguments  .

She did her best to keep the peace and make it  through  each day .

 

Compliments and complaints go hand in hand .

She walked with compassion and love 

which went  a long  long way . 

Mother's are like these spiritual mirrors ,

They help us to look within and reflect on who we are .

 

Thank you God for my Mother .

Bless and reward her for all of the things that she has done 

in life so far   .