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Topic: Winter (11/14/05)

TITLE: Winter In A Mother's Heart
By Wendy Stewart-Hamilton


Winter in A Mother’s Heart

Aaron picked the brightest flowers.
Surely these would melt and thaw,
His Mother’s heart grown icy,
Aaron sure he caused it all.

With fingers fat and chubby,
He clutched perfection in his hands,
He wanted his Mom to smile,
He wanted to understand.

The Winter of a Mother’s heart
Has winds nature can’t explain.
Has the bite of the fiercest animal,
Has nothing good, just pain.

A winter in a mother’s heart
Makes Spring seem distant still,
A blizzard blows in a child’s soul
When love he cannot feel.

A winter in a mother’s heart
Lashes ice with her lips,
The words she whips – bite and sting
In great gulps and burning sips.

There’s no comfort in a winter’s heart,
Where no unity can be made.
When sorrow and sin take all joy
And in place, pain is laid.

A winter in a mother’s heart,
Is not a place for her child.
A child is Spring, a season of growth,
All that is beautiful, warm and wild.

Aaron picked the brightest flowers
As Spring’s birds sang outside,
He toddled into the home,
Where his mother was locked inside.

“Momma, Flowers!”
He offered them her way.
Mom turned, with a stare
And nothing much to say.

But in the corners of her Mother’s heart
A tear ran so out of place.
Summer replaced winter there
A single line it traced.

“Momma” Aaron whisper soft,
As he held her limp cold hand,
“I know there is a warmth inside”
“I’ll help you understand.”

Aaron’s mom closed her eyes,
Seeing the storms rage inside
Hearing her howls of internal winds
Knowing how she had lied.

“I’m too young to be a mother.”
“This isn’t the right time or place.”
“I have too much to offer life.”
“A Baby would interrupt my pace.”

Aaron’s mom closed her eyes,
Remembering the coldness of it all,
How silver instruments laid bare
The dreams conceived that Fall.

Aaron’s mom placed his flowers,
On his tiny resting place,
As tears of a bad decision,
Flowed freely down her face.

“I’m sorry, Aaron, I failed you.
Then I didn’t show a mother’s love,
But God took you, my discarded angel,
To live in Heaven above.”

“As I picked these flowers, Aaron,
I could feel your little hands,
Guiding my each selection,
Helping me to understand.”

“That I have weathered winter’s storm,
I am no longer in that place.
Where I thought you were mistake,
Where I didn’t know God’s Grace.”

“I see your name wrapped by Angels,
I see the date God made you in me.
I see the end, when I choose
A host of lies to believe.”

“They said I would forget you.
Aaron they were very wrong.
Every morning I wake up
Unable to hear Spring’s sweet song. “

“I watch other mothers wipe tears,
Smooth hair and kisses faces,
I know now I had a mother’s heart,
That was torn in lots of places.”

“They said I would forget;
That I didn’t want you then.
I would feel sunshine, a successful life
Instead I felt these biting winds.”

“Aaron, you are my Spring,
You’re the sun the melts my snow,
When I feel sin’s lies icing me in,
I think of you and I know.“

“That winter in a Mother’s heart,
Is no place for a child;
But God’s grace is warmer than any snow
He brings Spring. Beautiful. Warm. Wild.”


Every day, thousand of children are given back to God in the horrific lie of abortion. Women in a winter season of a Mother’s heart believe lies that hold no truth. It is only when they look to the sun – God’s son – that they find the warmth they need to get out of their winter. God promised us that he would turn evil into a blessing; bad into good and that he would restore and rebuild if we trust him. Trust him. Find the beauty and wildness of the Spring we have tried to forget.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.

2 Corinthians 5:17 NJKV

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Heather Sargent11/21/05
Kleenex anyone? Beautiful, I am very touched.
Nina Phillips11/22/05
me too..sniffle. Pass the klenex. I'm glad this had a lovely ending. God bless ya, littlelight
Sandra Petersen 11/23/05
This poem is a very important statement for any woman or girl contemplating abortion. Parts of it could even begin to heal the pain of a woman who has lost a baby in any stage of development.
The stanzas that especially tore at me: #1, 4-5, 7-9, 17-18, 23-24, and , of course, the clincher stanza 15. There are verses that would need to be worked on to keep the rhythm going that you established in stanza 1.Not trying to be hard-nosed...I have had 13 years of winter chill, sometimes melting, sometimes icing back over. The pain never totally goes away. Thank you for touching my heart. Sandy aka SamaraKaye (my daughter with Jesus.)
Shannon Redmon11/23/05
Beautiful. I taught a post abortion class for women at a CPC and this poem captures the healing they sought in their hearts.
B Brenton11/24/05
If this doesn't make it in the editor's choice I will eat my hat.
That said, you should campaign for this to be up in abortion clinics everywhere.
Let people see this beauty to realise the truth rather than using the rather violent approach of trying to tear all abortion clinics down.
Once I get back to a normal country, I may have to beg of you to let me distribute this. For all young women, it's a must read. (In fact, if it's cool with you after this week, I'd love to send it around to all the women I know currently).
Shirley Thomas11/25/05
Absolutely heart stunning! Thank you so much for sharing this. It is truly amazing.
B Brenton11/28/05
I'm eating my hat now. :(
But hold onto my comments, lovely lady... young, lost women of all over deserve to read this. You might reach out to a few people and that'll make it worth the while...
Try sending it around anywhere, it's a good poem.
Wendy Stewart-Hamilton11/28/05
LOL =) No hat eating necessary. This poem is already in the works to be turned into an illustrated booklet for ministry at Crisis Pregnancy Centers and Pregnancy Resource Centers. However, had I taken the time to EDIT better, no hats might have been in danger. =) Thank you one and all for your encouraging words.