Celebrating Motherhood #3

 

 

Celebrating Motherhood #3

 

I wanted everything to be perfect,

In the house where you were born,

Placed your bassinet by a window,

So you would feel the sun each morn.

 

I watched you grow into a young boy,

Soaring high on your swing set,

Climbing trees to save a baby bird,

Your imagination is growing yet.

 

One day you were Batman,

The next a cowboy head to toe,

I thought you’d be young forever,

Where did all the good times go?

 

I’m sure I seemed old-fashioned,

And how I loved to tease each guest,

I hope I wasn’t too embarrassing,

I tried so hard to give my best.

 

I still love to hear your cheerful voice,

I love to hear you when you sing,

Each moment with you is a memory I keep,

We don’t know what tomorrow may bring.

 

My child I loved to stroked your hair,

Tried to ease your worried brow,

If I could go back and hold you close again,

I would do it here and now.

 

© Dianna Doles Petry

Celebrating Motherhood #2

 

 

 

Celebrating Motherhood #2

Often, when I close my eyes at night,

My thoughts drift off to a beautiful sight,

When I was a child in my mother’s care,

And I sat quietly as she brushed my hair.

 

I learned to pray; “Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

I was unaware of the events in her years,

Or how often I brought my mother to tears.

 

I didn’t see flaws, I loved her embrace,

I was always pleased to see her smiling face,

She lives in her own little world these days,

I’ve become her mother in many ways.

 

She asks for her own mother in her ninetieth year,

I feel on my cheek the hot sting of a tear,

I wipe it away without a care,

As I bend to brush back her now silver hair.

 

Her heartaches were many, her blessings were few,

Now her voice falters when talking to you,

To me she’s the woman with arms holding me tight,

Rocking me to sleep at the end of the night.

 

© Dianna Doles Petry

Celebrating Motherhood #1

 

 

Celebrating Motherhood #1

Neglected now is the little tricycle,

Little toy soldiers buried in disarray,

Long forgotten are the story books,

Dust gathers instead of children today.

 

Many times I prayed by night,

To keep you healthy day by day,

I mopped floors while you slept,

Until the day you moved away.

 

Neglected now are the little ribbons,

Dolls and teapots meant to teach,

Long forgotten is the swing set,

Daily hugs well out of my reach.

 

Many times I would kiss you,

Look at you and gently sigh,

Exhausted and sometimes struggling,

Yet content and knew just why.

 

Neglected now are the movies,

All the music you danced to then,

How I would love to hold you close,

And brush your unruly hair again.

 

© Dianna Doles Petry