It comes around each year about this time. A special day set aside to honor our mothers. We should not need a special day for honoring our mothers, yet it is significant for without mothers, where would that leave us.
Woodrow Wilson declared the first official proclamation of a Mother ’s Day in 1914. My mother was born three years earlier. There is a history as when the day first began. It started actually back in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe, as a means to rally the women of the day to help those recovering from the Civil War. But I will leave that research to you, the reader to discern what you wish.
I merely want to pay tribute to my mother and to the mothers around the globe. I wrote this poem in 2008. I hope children everywhere will take note, perhaps identify with certain phrases, but above all, honor your mothers. They deserve all the accolades. But be cautious, they have eyes in the back of their head.
There she sits, arms folded, watching.
Her face reflecting the light from her eyes.
Those penetrating eyes,
Eyes we knew when we were children,
Eyes that see through bedroom walls,
Around corners, from the back of her head,
Arms unfolding, she waits, patiently,
inviting that special touch. With calmness,
She reaches outward, holding tightly,
We, who are her children,
We, who sought to dodge those arms
when our wrongdoings caught those
In her essence, there beats a heart,
A big heart, one that allows entry to all,
especially her children,
With arms that reach to hug
With a heart full of feeling
and eyes that show love,
Blessed with her God-given talents
She tenderly nurtures her children
In Wisdom to share her faith,
In Faith to share her Christ.
And the eyes of Christ
look lovingly at this Mother,
With penetrating eyes.
This woman, this mother, my Mother.
Pete Robertson May 13, 2012
Happy Mother’s Day, 2012, God Bless You