She hath wings

A new life waits to come into the world

And the mother is filled with joy

As she feels the movement of life within her;

A beautiful girl or boy.

She doesn’t know who her child will resemble

And his character is not yet revealed,

Yet within her maternal heart, she finds,

A promise of a future sealed.

A mother stands and watches her child

As he clasps the rung of a chair

Determined, he takes some wobbly steps

When he sees her loving stare.

Soon he tires of the effort

But he’ll try again before too long,

And he has been caught up into her arms

Gentle, yet safe and strong.

Her little girl gives a chrysanthemum white,

A token for love that glows,

And it seems that her mummy could be no happier

To receive one hundred of those.

Her mother loves all that God has made

And this, to her daughter, makes known;

That she’ll love her just as much as now

When all the years have flown.

Throughout the good and bad times

She feels their joy and pain

And she gives them hope and support

Which helps them find their feet again.

And when there’s encouragement to give-

Each child, precious and unique;

She will do her best to give

The comfort that they seek.

Years pass by so quickly

And her children become aware

That their mother is not infallible

Nor will she always be there;

But a mother’s care continues on

Long after her children are grown –

And they will be touched for the rest of their lives

By the love that their mother has shown.

©M. Patterson 2000.