A mother’s love is bedrock and quicksilver.
It anchors her whole heart, then sets it free.
Forever bound, adorned in golden soul-strings,
she shimmers with eternal destiny.
The world says you live on in me.
I can’t deny that’s true.
My heart and mind are always filled
with memories of you.
hearts together, secrets shared
disagreements, gently aired
private jokes and public smirks
comfort with each other’s quirks
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We come to life with dreams and possibilities.
Life comes at us with loss and liabilities.
The twain shall meet, must meet in lows and highs—
their interplay, the price of growing wise.
At times, we scale a mountain, and
another one appears.
More than a few of us climb countless
ranges, through the years.
You fell to our arms
from star-filled skies,
the dream in our hearts,
the light in our eyes.
So softly you landed,
so sweetly you lay,
and we claimed you forever
that very first day.
Warm sock, you’re not…nor yet
a fuzzy slipper, but still you
found a zipper on my heart.
I wonder just how Mary felt, when visited one day
by Gabriel, who understood the role that she would play
in bringing forth the Savior and nurturing with care
the precious little baby she would soon be called to bear.