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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Its five in the morning, nervous, I give mom a call, there is no time to waste, she says, "get on the ball". In a hospital room, with a touch of her hand, she whispers, "you can do this, to be a mother is grand." One last push, and i behold her face, so much beauty, i try to embrace. Ten little fingers and ten little toes, I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds. In a crowded auditorium, i'm gazing up at the stage, they draw the curtains, a lovely ballerina, I quickly engage. My eyes have never seen a more radiant sight, than my own little girl, eloquently dancing with might. In the hospital room I craddle a bundle of joy, fives years later, the LORD gave me a boy. Ten little fingers, and ten little toes. I thank the good LORD, for his future he holds. Sitting in the bleachers, as the scorching sun beats down, wiping my forehead, i desperately look all around. All the boys look the same with helments, and uniforms tight, I spot my son's number, THATS MY BOY!, I recite. In a cold sterile hospital room, I now sit by her side, Mom you can do this, our baby will soon be a bride. With a hint of a smile, and grace in her eyes, I think she knew it was time for goodbyes. Caressing her fingers and massaging her toes, I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds. With a red rose in my hand, a tear, and a smile, the usher gallantly guides me down a flower filled aisle, Today my sweet girl, becomes somebody's wife, I pray for for their joy, and may love run a rife. I stand at the curb as he gets on the bus, holding back tears, i don't want to cause fuss. I blow him a kiss, as the driver pulls away, And into the armed forces, my son goes this day! I enter the house, no children are home, This must be it, empty nest syndrome! I look to my husband for comfort this day, bless his heart, he can't find words to convey. I pick up the phone and hear my daughter cry, MOM! He's coming too early, i fight to stay calm. I pray; LORD, I want to be right by her side, if that is not possible, get them through this, i cried. Back at the hospital the most wonderful sight, a dear little grandson, i cuddle real tight. Holding on to my weary daughters hand, I whisper, "my dear, TO BE A MOTHER IS GRAND!" Written by Stacey Brown Mothers Day 2018
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