Many were the hours spent.
Always on the go.
Many were the prayers you sent.
As the art of mothering you sought to know.
It must have really been hard for you.
As a young new wife.
When only a month after your anniversary,
You held that precious, new, little life.
You hadn’t even had time to adjust.
To a new home, family, and friends.
When this thing called mothering,
Had to dutifully begin.
What in the world were you to do.
With this helpless little life.
And how were you to know,
If what you did was wrong or right?
You had to do as all,
Mothers before you had done,
And go on instinct and in faith,
To care for this new little one.
And over many more years,
With five more bundles you were blessed.
And with each in succession,
You always did your best.
Sure you made a lot of mistakes,
For there’s no one that’s always right.
The only one to ever be like that,
Has us always in His sight.
That’s why God sent us His son,
To be the only way,
To forgive us for our mistakes and sins,
That we make every day.
I love you through the will of God,
I want to control my life.
And if He’s forgiven me and you, then I will too,
For I know that that’s what’s right.
And now as you continue in your walk of life,
I wish for you only the best.
And may God be with you the rest of your life,
To help you in every test.
Mama, I Love You,
September 18, 1988