Poetry

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What's a mother?

Perhaps the one that birthed you
Or, perhaps she's not.
Perhaps the one that held you,
Rocked you in your cot.

Perhaps the one that loved you,
Or, maybe she's not.
Perhaps the one that nurtured,
Or, she just could not.

Perhaps a loving mother
Dried your baby tears,
Cared for you and taught you
Through your growing years.

Perhaps she is your hero,
The one who led your way,
Helped you meet the challenges
Of the everyday.

Or perhaps your memories
Are a different sort,
Of a gap inside your heart,
A woman who fell short.

Perhaps the one who raised you
Is not your flesh and blood,
The one who soothed your scratches,
Cleaned off dirt and mud.

Perhaps a different mother
Watched you change and grow,
Laughed with you and cried with you,
As she loved you so.

Whatever is your story,
Whatever's in your heart,
God is always with you,
He loved you from your start.

No mother can be perfect,
This we know is true.
But God is like a mother hen
Watching over you.

He sees your joys and highlights;
He knows your hurts and pain.
He lifts you up on eagles' wings;
He helps you fly again.

For mothers who have loved us,
All along our way,
For God's care and protection,
We praise the Lord today.

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2015

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