Poetry

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With my head laying softly against her
Felling so protected and secure
Stored away.... Are thoughts remembered
. . Of my Mother,whom I adore


With arms so firm and loving
She held, and rocked me to sleep
As I drifted off to "Slumber Land"
A watchful eye. . .She'd keep


Remembering times, as I was growing
Her image . . . Was there to recall
Feeling a love so deeply devoted
I understood, even though so small


Years passed . . . One after another
With things of life, and such
Yet mixed with so many memories
Remains, the Mother, I love so much


Allowing . . . Just enough freedom
To venture out on my own
Still not severing that invisible cord
Until she felt I had fully grown


Always there, within my reach
With a smile, or to wipe my brow
So many lessons . . . She did teach
While helping through trial after trial


She knew when it was time to "Let go"
As I explored life on my own . . .
Standing quietly, in the background
The love and pride in her eyes . . .Shone


I give thanks to my Lord, up in Heaven
For providing this extension of His love
Knowing a Mother would nourish and care
For her children . . . Sent from above


I know as I venture forward
From one stepping stone to another
I'll never glean from another source
The "Unconditional" love of my Mother


Copyright © 2005 Judith Johnson Kypta

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