May is traditionally the month we honor mothers here in the US. Here’s a new poem in honor of all mothers – those that we are and those that we love. Be blessed!
I AM A MOTHER
No secrets of your past can change my heart.
No struggles of the future will cool my love.
I have no illusions of your mortal perfection.
But I recognize and acknowledge your perfect soul.
I saw you grow by inches and learn by miles.
I celebrate your endless possibilities.
I know you on a cellular and heart level.
And love you on every emotional plane.
Your mistakes are for learning and triumphs for growth.
And I go with you as you carry my lessons into your life.
I cannot change your path but I guide your steps.
I cannot protect you from all harm but I comfort your pain.
I hold nothing back.
I reserve no love ungiven.
I am blessed in seeing my place in creation.
I am a mother.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller