We began as babes
But children we shall remain
In a mother’s heart
©2016 Annette Rochelle Aben
Here, in the United States, we are celebrating Mother’s Day today. For many moms, this means, breakfast in bed, brunch, flowers, hand-made cards and of course lots of LOVE!
In our house we actually celebrate the memories of Mother’s Days gone by, as our mother passed in 2009. Although it may seem odd, we actually chose Mother’s Day weekend of 2010 to lay her ashes to rest in the plot next to her mother. It was as though we were celebrating her life, and the love she gave us as our mother for our last Mother’s Day together.
This poem, was one I wrote for her exactly 22 years ago today. I read it to her during our church service that morning, where I was the one delivering the sermon that morning. She came to honor me as the speaker and had no idea what I was going to say.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms of the world, from a child of one of the best moms in the world! Love you, Mom!!
Lo, it has taken many years
To learn just what is meant
By as the tree itself has grown
So shall the twig be bent
For loving care and kindness given
In so many generous ways
Shadows now are memories
The past, no longer haze
Yearly celebrations in full fanfare
Tailored for each child
Clothing fashioned on a home machine
Babies and dolls to dress in style
Hands working with artist’s knowing
Shaped clay for the science fair
Held also scissors, glue and lace
Creating valentines to share
And yet these are but random samples
Memories of a childhood gone by
And what we’ve learned from these examples
So you need not wonder why
For when someone say that your children
As nice as they can be
Ponder not the observation
Apples fall not far from the tree
(c) Annette Rochelle Aben May 8, 1994