Mommas Heart

Momma’s Heart

Looking back on all the selfish things that we would do
and all the stories we've been told about what she's been through.
Momma’s heart is fragile, broken more times than we know.
Through cracks and holes life left behind, love found a place to grow.

Momma found out early, that life would be a fight,
she remembers far too many hungry sleepless nights,
building in her character a tender heart to show
compassion for the ones she loves through hard times they would know.

Life never got easier, just different through the years.
Her family grew along with all her worries and her fears.
That just made the binding vines grow stronger even still,
to hold her heart together till the cracks and holes could fill.

There's a sacred place forever heavy in her heart
with dated stones of those she loved who's time it came to part.
The sweetest fragrant flowers guide the paths her heart still roams,
as memories of the ones she loved that God came calling home.

Momma’s heart is like a garden it took all her life to grow.
She tends it with her tears and prayers for things we'll never know.
I think it's amazing grace God gave her from the start
for all the love she grows through cracks and holes in Momma’s heart.

                       - Jeannie Cronin
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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November 18, 2015 at 10:22 PM
WOW Jeannie! A true story bringing emotions to the fore telling of a lifetime of love in verse and rhyme. But not just the poem, but one this written in within the rules of bush poetry; Thirteen and fourteen beats/syllables to a couplet. Brilliant, thank you, Wordancer Terry Piggot in Western Australia is a master of this too. Thank you
Cronin Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 10:28 PM
Thank you, Eliza. My Mom is so proud of this. I made her a beautiful hand made greeting card with mini porcelain roses at the corners. She shows it to everyone that comes to her house!
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