The Greatest Mother's Day Gift

[Guest guest]

I woke this morning, another beautiful mother's day to behold.

Sleeping quietly, a handicapped husband and a seventeen year old.

These moments of solitude are a cherished part of my day

Time to reflect and prepare for whatever should come my way.

When I look up again I am shocked and amazed

To find the seventeen year old awake and carrying a vase.

It's your day today Mom and I'm ready to go,

The Flowers are for you, in case you didn't know.

Then he disappears, and I sit with my coffee, one more moment, all

mine.

I reflect on being a mom, the giggles and spills, that happy time.

The moment stretches on and I don't understand why,

I feel like what I need most is a really good cry.

Time to be a caregiver, time to set my " self " aside

This I say with a smile, and a sign.

When what to my wondering eyes doth appear?

A husband all dressed, sitting proudly in the wheelchair.

Looking at me with a twinkle in his eye,

My seventeen-year old son smiles and I think I might cry.

It's your gift from me, Mom, he says with a smile

Dad and I did just fine, even if it took quite a while.

From morning till night, this child of mine

Gave of himself – gave of his time

What a wonderful gift to give to this Mother

A child happily caring for both Mother and Father.

As the day drew to a close and he'd gotten his dad into bed

He gave me a kiss on the top of my head.

I wrapped my arms around my son

And thanked him for the gift and all he had done.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

In the loving hands of those I bore, I leave the one I daily care for.

The greatest gifts come from above, they carry a message of the God's

Special love.

Jan Burg

[Guest guest]

Jan,

That was absolutely beautiful. We sometimes forget our blessings but

what a joy they are!

God bless,

Belinda

>

> I woke this morning, another beautiful mother's day to behold.

>

> Sleeping quietly, a handicapped husband and a seventeen year old.

>

> These moments of solitude are a cherished part of my day

>

> Time to reflect and prepare for whatever should come my way.

>

>

>

> When I look up again I am shocked and amazed

>

> To find the seventeen year old awake and carrying a vase.

>

> It's your day today Mom and I'm ready to go,

>

> The Flowers are for you, in case you didn't know.

>

>

>

> Then he disappears, and I sit with my coffee, one more moment, all

> mine.

>

> I reflect on being a mom, the giggles and spills, that happy time.

>

> The moment stretches on and I don't understand why,

>

> I feel like what I need most is a really good cry.

>

>

>

> Time to be a caregiver, time to set my " self " aside

>

> This I say with a smile, and a sign.

>

> When what to my wondering eyes doth appear?

>

> A husband all dressed, sitting proudly in the wheelchair.

>

>

>

> Looking at me with a twinkle in his eye,

>

> My seventeen-year old son smiles and I think I might cry.

>

> It's your gift from me, Mom, he says with a smile

>

> Dad and I did just fine, even if it took quite a while.

>

>

>

> From morning till night, this child of mine

>

> Gave of himself – gave of his time

>

> What a wonderful gift to give to this Mother

>

> A child happily caring for both Mother and Father.

>

>

>

> As the day drew to a close and he'd gotten his dad into bed

>

> He gave me a kiss on the top of my head.

>

> I wrapped my arms around my son

>

> And thanked him for the gift and all he had done.

>

>

>

> Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep

>

> If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

>

> In the loving hands of those I bore, I leave the one I daily care

for.

>

> The greatest gifts come from above, they carry a message of the

God's

> Special love.

>

>

> Jan Burg