A Mothers Day
My Daughter is eight now and my Son is six.
I have no empty arms. No lonely moments wishing the child could stay. My heart can feel them in another room. I hear their breathing. I await the smiles in the morning. Each embrace is a life time in the making.
I have toys strewn across a play room, dirty laundry sometimes on the bathroom floor. Dishes fill the sink. We saw a movie today and played basketball. Echos of children's voices overrode my nap. It was our time our life to share.
Bananas with cheerios and his favorite eggs with tofu cream cheese in the morning. It will be Mothers Day. The dogs will need to be fed. Coffee for my husband and green tea for me. Mothers day with my own children.
by Donetta
My Daughter is nine now and time will never wait, my son is six the hours fly away. Days become weeks, months, years; life- times pass swiftly today. Our lives to embrace. To look into each face for joy is this..."mine", Mothers day.
A privalidge has been given to me. A sacred trust to care for these lives that belong to Him. How frail I am and often am tempted to be. How loving His trust He has placed in me. With err and accuracy I hold thier lives. This is mine the solem charge. Mothers Day.
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