Mothers' Day Monologue
He was about thirty
when he left home,
a strong man by then,
and a skilled carpenter.
He'd helped Joseph
build most of the houses
in this village you know.
It was so hard..
to let him go,
nobody believed
he could possibly be
the messiah of the writings,
even though everyone
knew of that miracle of the wine,
over in Cana.
My he was a good son,
I was so proud of him..
was that so wrong of me?
Even though I knew ever since
he was in my womb,exactly
who he was.
He was my firstborn you know ..my eldest..
such a loving,caring nature.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2023
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