Your’s the first heart beat I heard
Your’s the voice in foetal ears
Your’s the face that my eyes sought
Your’s the eyes that calmed my fear.
You held me close when I first breathed
My tiny body heaving air
You woke to all my frantic cries
You sang your songs, You held my tears.
I am all your scars and lines
I am all your sleepless nights
I am all your worried prayers
I am all your thoughts and cares.
You are the voice that whispers hope
You are the gentle ‘Let it be..’
You are the the island in the sea,
of faces frowning, drowning me.
I am built of all your words
Your affirmations, frowns and thoughts
I am forged through all your prayers
I am the result of grace you sought.
I live in the words you spoke
I still hear them in the dark,
Speaking strength and speaking hope
Guiding feet on steady paths
You are now a world away
But still you fill this empty space
Your gentle life, your faith filled ways
Lead me, speak me into grace.
That is such a beautiful poem Liz. Wow what a lovely way to honour your mum.
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She’s worth every word and many more.
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Liz, moms are the backbone of the family. Your penning is a very heartfelt tribute… beautiful!
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