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Dear Mothers…A Tribute to All Mothers on Mother’s Day #poetry #poem #MothersDay

Dear Mothers

A miracle was conceived to you In a moment of time A child to you born Precious, a little star to shine! A task, so grand and noble Appointed just for you To bring up a child With fresh wisdom anew

The burst of a golden dawn Covered your heart The joy of a mighty mission That would never depart Though moments of fear May have crept deep inside Would there be dark secrets You would have to hide?

Long weary nights you lovingly cared When your baby cried Cleaning, cooking, washing And soiled clothes dried Training, teaching

There were years when your child Brought smiles of joy Wondrous family times With binding moments to enjoy You laughed, you loved You gave, and you cared There were dreams so high You thought and dared

Years rolled ahead Some days may have been tough The trembling fears were there And the rocky roads rough You learned to pray Like a warrior of the kingdom of light You learned to trust in God And never gave up the fight

Dear Mothers We thank God for your lives You never give up In steamy storms or rocky boats Your quest for your child Has wondrous stories untold Perhaps for many Only in Heaven will unfold

Your love goes beyond Trusts, perseveres, and never ends Bearing, enduring, restoring And always ready to mend Kindness and calmness In you are abundantly stored Your love, unconditional Reveals the Agape heart of God!

Rita

Proverbs 31:28-30 – Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

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