This woman you call Mother

You began as an egg until dad added sperm

You moved up a tube and implanted in her womb

For most of a year you grew in her belly

Although some say you’re no more than some jelly

She fed you in there and loved you for sure

Your kicking and moving made her talk to you more

When she saw you she thought you had a beauty of no other

This is the woman you call your dear mother


If you stayed with this woman you’d continue to bond

If another one reared you she’s the one you called Mom

Either way the love grew as she changed every diaper

And when snot did appear she became your nose wiper

You couldn’t pay her enough to continue this job

She simply helped you transform because of her love

The nights you did wake her she understood best

Her love was more important than any more rest


Your questions she answered the best that she could

When she laid down the law she hoped you understood

To squash all your dreams that wasn’t her goal

She longed to release a fine person to the world

Far too many times the two of you would fight

You’ll never know how long she prayed into the night

She asked for God’s help when she came to her end

She would often fall asleep before she said Amen


If you are now grown I sure hope you remember

How often her discipline was still slightly tender

As a mere mortal she definitely had her limits

Forgive her for faults she never came to admit

Her task was not easy and you didn’t help much

When you demanded your way and wanted more stuff

This person gave her all that she had for another

Please thank her today this woman you call Mother

I’m a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God’s idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.