Poetry

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“A Mother’s Love” Written by: Rev. Terry D. Butters
Unpublished Copyright 2008

Some of us rarely get home, we live too far away.
And if we get in the area, we can’t take time to stay.
But when we can go to the door, and step on the living room rug.
Mom is right there with open arms, to give a great big hug.
The hug triggers memories, of days so very long ago.
When the arms of our mother, around about us would go.
But the memories are not ours, we were very young at the time.
But mother, she remembers, when into her lap we’d climb.

We don’t recall hands on our cheeks, or pushing back our hair.
The memories of holding hands simply are not there.
But she remembers touching our cheek and the hair over our eye,
Her reading to us our favorite book generates from her a sigh.
Then remembering her bedside prayers brings to her face a smile.
The first words we hear her say, “Can you stay with me a while?”
God forgive me when we respond, “This is just a short hello.”
And we don’t hear her whisper, “I miss you.” As through the door we go.

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