moma day poem

my moma writes me poems every christmas and sometimes on special occasions.
i'm sharing.


A baby is special

They make  you glow

They make you smile

And feel warm inside,

But your baby

Is so tender

You cannot render words.

You only can feel the glory

Of her beauty and her grace

That tears run down your face.

Your own baby

Is extraordinary

She shows you all that is right

Even if she is keeping you up all night

She brings you a new softness

AND your defenses

They just melt away.

Your own baby

Changes your life from her first day.


she's right.


in other news,
the day consisted of hosting brunch with both families, family nap, jog sans child, grilling out
and grand slam ice cream (not to mention votto hit a grand slam for the redlegs to win the game!)



so yea, it was a pretty nice day i'd say.

and in other news,
one of my best pals became a mother yesterday - how wonderful!
congrats & welcome molly eleanor - can't wait to meet you :)



Comments

Ma Mom said…
Wow, my first poem gone out there in web land. And my children, Lea and Caren, bring me blessings every day.
Much love.
And hugs to the grand-daughters, Josie and Stella,who bless their mammas too.
Anonymous said…
Happy Mother's Day, Caren!
What a wonderful mommy you are.
Love,
Aunt Sandy

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