Poetry

The Mother's Way

by Samuel Dumas 
09/10/19
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Doesn’t life feel good:

When you see for the fourth first-time

A babe that had been hidden

From your view for nine months;

When you re-grasp the wisdoms in motherhood

And, after honoring mother and father,

Go on to fame the praise of a thrill

Which men will never know;

When you seize into wet working hands

The artful colors on the bundle of crunchy papers

That your walking learners bring home day by day;

When you stand in the privilege of teacher,

And you can taste the suffering

That silently springs up from down-pursed lips

In a child’s repentance for ungraceful deeds;

When you work in human care-giving,

Maturing little wraiths and innocent ill-ones

Back to wiggly wellness and beyond;

Doesn’t life feel good?

And when the presence here on earth concludes;

When you receive from Hands of Life

That special mother’s reward,

        —Blessed down—

To those who have traveled the mother’s way,

It is hoped that you will think back on all the whens

And, with only a smile and a sweet in the eye, say:

Doesn’t life really feel good?

—Dumas fils