MOTHER’S DREAMS
 
Surprising his mother-to-be he arrived on a January morn.
On this glorious occasion her beautiful child was born.
Despite rain, the sun shone in the delivery room that day.
This event changed her world shortly before Mother’s Day.

She planned her whole life very carefully around his care.
 Building tremendous high hopes and dreams, if she dare.
It was quite obvious to her he had ten fingers and ten toes.
He had the brightest blue eyes and the cutest button nose.

His head was adorned with thick soft curly blonde locks.
Feet so tiny they were dwarfed by his first pair of socks.
In his first few moments of life he hardly made a sound.
Unless you saw him you wouldn’t know he was around.
As she caressed his face he remained placid and mild.
Instantly she fell head over heels in love with this child.

Was this really her child to teach, love, cherish and hold?
Would she be allowed to care for him till she grows old?
God has chosen her to receive a once in a lifetime treasure.
The depth of God’s love in this gesture we cannot measure.

God said to her “This child will teach more than any mortal man
and reach deep into your soul more than I alone possibly can.
You will learn silent joy amongst barking dogs and screaming kids.
Understand the happiness of slamming doors and trash can lids.

Things that may have bothered you and got on your nerves before,
don’t seem quite the same nor bother you as much anymore.
The sound of this child’s laughter will be music to your ears.
If he gets hurt you’ll learn to deal with your deepest fears.

Walking along the beach he’ll marvel at the footprints in the sand.
As he walks across the busy street he’ll gladly hold your hand.
Be patient with your inquisitive child, he’s keeping your mind alert.
You were once inquisitive too, so remember to hug the little squirt.

These are just a few of the memories that serve me so well.
Most of all I remember the newborn’s sweet fragrant smell.

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Dedicated to Mother’s Day and the joy of being a mother

in memory of my late son Scotty Aaron Miller.

Written by © Linda Jean Miller May 12, 2007