Florida's Foreverly Shores
Mom's Are Like That ... Yeah, They Are
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
From the moment we come into this world, we
are given into the loving care of our mothers.
They love, they give, they forgive.
They lead us, they hold us, they scold us.
They pull us, they push us, they lift us to new heights.
They nurture, they nurse our needs, they kiss boo-boos away.
They guide and gently they release our hand to stand alone.
They follow with their hearts ... no matter where we go.
They smile when we succeed and cry with us when we do not.
They are always there.
They get older as we get bolder.
They prepare us to meet the world.
They retreat to watch us with pride.
They return when we need them most.
They support us when others give up on us ...
or when we give up on ourselves.
They get older ... the older we get.
They now need us to care for them ... as they cared for us.
They were once the parent ... now they've become the child.
We love her ... we hold her ... we fill her heart with our love.
She can no longer wipe our tears away.
She laughs, she cries ... and then she says goodbye.
And in her leaving ... she teaches us again.
Fear not the tears that fall ... they dilute your sorrow.
And she smiles in knowing that we have learned our lesson.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *It is very often sad that the quantity of life goes
on long after the quality of life is gone.
Wish I could share your load......the only
comfort I can offer comes from one who cries
many tears because my mother is no longer here.
*Severn ... hope you find some comfort in this. God be with you and your mother.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
[This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 11-14-1999).]