Happy Mother’s Day! On this special day, I want to thank my Mom and my husband’s Mom for all their love and support through the years. I hope someday when I grow up, I can be as good a Mom as you two are to me. All mother’s are different and wonderful in their own ways. Mothers have the best (though riskiest) job on Earth. Here’s my poem in honor of Mothers everywhere:
Motherhood is the business of forming rare pearls,
They once were just sand, plain and simple and gritty.
Once grains of sand in a mother oyster’s inside,
Causing irritation and burning that would not subside.
The kind oyster, however, did not spit the sand out,
For deep down within, she had no doubt.
She knew if she worked and ignored all the pain,
That someday that sand would make a great gain.
Through tribulation and trial it someday would be
A pearl of great price to cherish and see.
Like oysters, Moms toil and work through the years
To mold and shape sand, while shedding some tears,
For pearls are not made overnight or with ease,
And children take effort and faith, if you please.
Mom teach and nurture with love and with care,
And begin each day with humble prayer.
They raise up their children from life in the sand,
And teach them of truths so their lives may be grand.
As Mother’s pearl necklace gets bigger each day
From children and grandchildren still on their way,
Her pearls grow with honor and treasure her love;
Their faith grows to knowledge that they came from Above.
The pearls known as children can ne’er fully impart
All the love felt for Mother deep in their heart.
Motherhood is patient love…and pearls are her token
That life, faith and hope will never be broken.