Proverbs 31: 25-31
Dear Mother,
You were the one who
was
To carry me in my
weakness, and lift me beyond my dreams.
When the day became
night, you were
To be my hope in the
stars.
You were supposed to
Cry courage when I
coward in fear,
Speak ability when I
felt handicapped.
Tell me of my beauty;
Defy the lies that I
found in the reflective glass.
Truth is,
For all the hurts
that pained;
For all the wounds
that dashed in the midst
Of who I am, I had
blamed you.
I claimed that the
comfort of my being
Was the calling of
your existence.
You were supposed to
be my shield
Protector and
greatest cheerleader.
And if you fell, then
you failed
Me.
Your love was the
pedestal
On which I stood my
identity.
I hung onto your
every word
As it defined my
worth…
They became my gods
as I looked
To you to know who I
am.
I held you by the
neck.
I bound you with
chains.
For every arrow that
struck my heart
I attributed the
fault to be yours.
Oh, how jaded my
sight!
How skewed was the
tune I heard!
Dear Mother, my
apologies.
I forgot that you are
human.
For years all I could
see was how you ruined me.
How your words and
actions cursed me.
But how would you
have known
Hades would twist
your intentions?
That snake.
However, I see you
clearly now.
I did not understand
until
I became a mother
myself.
Your eyes were tired
from dreams dormant;
Your body weakened
from running to seek my own.
Your concerns
summoned out of the fear of death
Hanging over your
child’s head.
You held me at your
breast
Not to strangle, but
to save me.
You fought with all
your might
So that my soul could
thrive.
You cherished beyond
condition;
Affectionate upon the
introduction to my face.
For wasn’t it I who
had caused you ache
As I broke from the
amniotic sac?
Wasn’t it you who
called me a joy
With my first scream
of breath?
You loved me at first
sight.
Hours of labor
continue to tick
As you carried my
hand in yours
To become who I am
meant to be.
Your mouth full with
wisdom
Declares life for
future generations.
You are fierce and
gentle simultaneously.
Your arms strong;
carry the tears of children
And comfort them with
the cradle of your hand.
Never content with my
want;
You met my needs.
When nightmares attempted
to make their beds,
You sang lullabies full
of faith from heaven.
Your eyes captured
the creative sight
Of God; seeing beyond
expectations
Drawing dreams into
realities.
Blessed are you
Among women. You behold a beauty;
A grace my age can
only hope for.
Dear Mother,
Words cannot express
the gratitude
So late to be
mentioned, but bursting in my heart.
For the love you
gave, I give back.
And for that, I am
not apologetic.
Hugs and kisses,
Your love and
daughter,
Laura Emily
