INSPIRATIONAL
POEMS FOR MOTHERS
FIRST I'LL BE A MOTHER
Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter here.
Ours boasts of it quite openly
The signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows
little smudges on the doors.
I should apologize I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read.
And if the doorbell doesn't shine
Their eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I'm forced to choose
The one job or the other.
I want to be a housewife
But first I'll be a mother!
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LOVE VS OBLIGATION
A house is a house is a house
until love comes through the door, that is.
And love intuitively goes around sprinkling that special brand of angel dust
that transforms a house into a very special home
for very special people: your family.
Money, of course, can build a charming house,
but only love can furnish it with a feeling of home.
Duty can pack an adequate sack lunch,
but love may decide to tuck a little love note inside.
Money can provide a television set,
but love controls it and cares enough to say no
and take the guff that comes with it.
Obligation sends the children to bed on time,
but love tucks the covers in around their necks
and passes out kisses and hugs even to teenagers!
Obligation can cook a meal,
but love embellishes the table
with a potted ivy trailing around slender candles.
Duty writes many letters,
but love tucks a joke or a picture or a stick of gum inside.
Compulsion keeps a sparkling house.
But love and prayer stand a better chance of producing a happy family.
Duty gets offended quickly if it isn't appreciated.
But love learns to laugh a lot and to work for the sheer joy of doing it.
Obligation can pour a glass of milk,
but quite often love will add a little chocolate
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LOVE IN THE HOME
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper - not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but
have not love, my children learn cleanliness - not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is
responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs
with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I
glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I
must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
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DO CHILDREN REALLY SEE
Children do not fully see,
How deep their parents' love can be,
Nor do they know the true extent,
Of what each sacrifice has meant.
But as they grow and years slip past,
They somehow come to know at laslt.
The little things that mean so much.
the tenderness in Mother's touch.
Their parents' warmth and deep concern,
Father's helpfulness at every turn.
And if they could, they would repay,
Each loving deed of yesterday.
But all they can really do,
To say you're loved and needed too.
And that's the message we have here,
For all of you so loved, so dear.
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