The blessings of motherhood

a wonder ful poem

Seven babies.

Eight years of nursing.

Still, I marvel at this one.

He wastes no time…

too much wiggling to do,

too many toys to use that one tooth on,

too many siblings to charm.

I waste no time,

for all too soon he will not be

my nursling any more.

I cherish.

Rub his blonde fuzz, marvel at the auburn tints.

I’ve never felt skin this soft, have I? Have I?

Roll his round toes through my fingers, like rosary beads…

My prayer is personal, intimate,

drawn deep from longing

to see this child KNOW his Maker.

“Lord, thank you for this son.

Hold him close. Help him thrive.

Be his breath, his very life.

From now

until old age,

BE HIS GOD!”

Pure blue eyes flutter

beneath pale skin.

Eyelashes more fair than

corn silk close in contentment.

My mama heart is at peace

as well, to hold

my nursling

close.

Thank you Father for this gift that you give, this special way of loving, knowing and bonding between mother and child. Would it be okay if I remembered these moments in time…forever?

Beautiful!!!

11:29, Wednesday, August 23, 2006 .. Posted by Snowberryfarm

Thanks for posting it!

Michelle

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10:28, Saturday, June 23, 2007 .. Posted by naughtydebbers

So sweet. Thank you!