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May 10, 2002 - Letters to Mom!
Welcome to 2TheHeart!
"Before you were conceived I wanted you. Before you were born I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of love." ~Maureen Hawkins
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FREE Mother's Day ecards from OhAngel! Send your mom, friends, daughter, or any woman you know who deserves honoring one of many beautiful ecards designed by Anne Goodrich! www.2theheart.com/free_ecards_/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the final issue of our "Mom Week". It's been a fun and special week with some really remarkable stories about the women who will forever affect our lives, and the lives of generations after us - our mothers. What a wonderful way to wind down this week with some of our readers' own letters and poems to the moms in their lives. I wish a blissfully happy Mother's Day to all of the moms and to the women who are "extra moms" to our kids in truly exlempary ways. Thank you! Mother of Mine Mother of mine so beautiful No words could ever say How much my love flows from my heart Especially for you this day. Mother of mine so gentle As a warm summer breeze that blows Its softest touch upon my back Steadies my pace as I go. Mother of mine so honest From your lips the truth departs Even in times when I care not to hear I listen with all of my heart. Mother of mine so loving With the love of God's own Son May God bless you and keep you always Til that day your reward shall be won. ***Dedicated to my mom and all moms on Mother's Day and every day of the year. I'm a single mom who loves to write poetry and stories, flower arranging, gardening and arts and crafts. I've been writing for 2theheart for a while now and enjoy reading everyone's entries. You may read more of my poetry on www.geocities.com/mpupoetry2001 and/or email me at mpu1@att.net.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
M O M
The years remind me, of all your love.
A love so faithful, it must have come from above.
You've been for me, Mom, no matter what I do.
I give you this poem to show you all my love for you.
We've had our sad days, though they seem few;
and disappointments,
I'm sure I caused for you.
We both remember, Mom, how hearts can fill with pain,
with words still unspoken `til your love shines through again.
And now as my life still unfolds,
I see your love as pure gold.
And none can compare, to such a selfless love.
Oh yes, you, Mom, hold all my dreams.
And I know, that all you said, is only the truth and meant to guide
me.
I love you, Mom, and I always will.
My eyes are filled, Mom, with tears to show that is so.
So, Mom, remember no matter what I do,
this poem is for you and filled with all my thanks and love.
(c) Joyce Carol Stobbe
Jcjoy2u@aol.comJoyce Carol, a former 'Miss Las Vegas' and runnerup in Miss Nevada for Miss America, is now an ordained minister, along with her husband, Ray, also an ordained minister. They reside in La Pine, Oregon.
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Dear Susan,
As you learned by caring for Angel, I learned, too, a deeper appreciation of and love for my mom while caring for her during her years of Alzheimer's. With the approach of Mother's Day, my thoughts turn to her, even though she died more than a year ago.
Mother became childlike, but we enjoyed good times together. I visited her in her world and gained insight into her thoughts and condition. We laughed together, talked of days gone by, had tea parties, and picked flowers in the garden outside her room. Small pleasures excited Mother even more than they once did.
Yes, there were frustrations, disappointments, and bittersweet memories. But in a world where I couldn't change Mother's situation, I learned God's lesson of giving pleasure which had its unexpected rewards and resulted in a deeper appreciation of Mother.
To see a smile appear when I patted her cheek, to watch her face brighten at the sound of my voice, to have her reach out to hold my hand when I sat beside her chair...these were rewards that outweigh the times she didn't know me.
I remember her now on Mother's Day and realize that by caring for Mother, in her home, then my home, and finally the nursing home, I came to appreciate this experience and know that I helped make her last years more comfortable and joyful.
(c)2002 Mary Emma Allen
Mary Emma Allen writes inspirational essays for many publications. She writes for children and adults. One of her books, "When We Become the Parent to Our Parents," offers encouragement for caregivers. me.allen@juno.com~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear Mom, God Gave Me You
You always seemed to find me,
when I wanted to be lost.
You tried hard not to laugh,
when I wanted to be the boss.
You laughed when I was happy,
you cried when I was sad.
You counted me a blessing,
even when you were mad.
You taught me right from wrong,
and then you set me free.
You gave your heart and soul,
and you gave it just for me.
All the things you told me,
somehow you just knew.
I realize now my blessing,
for God gave me you!
Janet Lee Yates copyright 2000
email@Poempals2000@cs.com
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Dear 2theheart,
I have been enjoying the quotes about motherhood all week and found a few of my own that I thought others might use for Mother's Day or just to keep. Thanks for all the beauty in 2theheart!
Love, Geena
"No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love." -Edwin Chapin
"The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother." (This one reminded me of Roger Cook's story and poem)
"God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers" "Motherhood: All love begins and ends there." "A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take." -Cardinal Mermillod "I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life." -Abraham Lincoln ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A Mother to All (In Memory of my Mother, Josephine Hoop) I had a special Mother, most special of all Had a heart as big as all outoors, not tall Always there to lend a helping hand Quite a lady, she was so very grand. Very patiently accepting things as they are Never one to argue or complain, had no car Did much walking or took a bus Arriving there on time, considered a plus. Taught us to keep the Golden Rule Kept us very neat - never missing school Of hard knocks we must suffer on our way Wishing for us daily become leaders some day. One day in the Great Beyond above the clouds Jesus with His Hand in mine will again loud Proclaim the day that we have waited Our great reward, reunion with Mother, so elated. Norma Liles Leedy_70@yahoo.com5/4/02
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I have had several "Moms" in my life. First there was my real mom her name was Marie McCarthy Miller. She had beautiful black hair, blue eyes and porcelain skin. She was second generation Irish American. She died when I was 12 years old. I don't remember much about her, but her love for people and the homemade bread she made and her favorite saying "There but for the grace of God go I."
She was an orphan losing her parents at the ages of 2 and 11. Then I had been blessed with two older sisters. They both helped get me through puberty, but the one sister that sticks out most in my memory is Susan Miller Klein. She would help me many times cope with the loss of our Mom and growing up and all the questions about boys.
Then a beautiful lady came into my life when I had my oldest son who is 20 years old. her name is Elese D. McGavock. This sweet lady has given love to me and family. She has blessed us with the honor of being our grandma on my side of the family. I grew up without grandparents and was grateful that Elese would allow my kids to call her grandma.
Then when we moved to Virginia for my husband's career. I met another great example of a strong woman. Her name is Karma Walsh, but everyone calls her Kay. She is always there with a listening ear and good advice to give to a motherless adult woman who misses the mother that she never really got the chance to know. These women are great friends and role models of what a mom really is. A strong woman who puts the needs of her children in front of her own. I just wanted to wish the several "moms" in my life a Happy Mother's
Day.
Nora Miller-Bangerter
wbangerter@nesbeonline.com~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mommy:
I was tiny and depended on you.
You were my Mommy.
Even when others might substitute,
still, you were Mommy!
Even when my little sister called you Mommy, too,
still, you were Mommy!
Mom:
I became one of thost--a teenager!
I was still your daughter,
but didn't always agree with you anymore.
I had some of my own thoughts and kept some of yours.
I came from you but was not you.
More and more I enjoyed being with my friends.
When I was worried or sick, I still hung around.
You were still Mom.
Grandma
In my early 30's I became Mommy!
A tiny, energetic girl needed me.
I was Mommy!
You were Grandma to her.
To me, still you were Mom.
Older Mom
I am middle aged and married again.
Living far away.
I am Mom to my young adult daughter.
I am a wife to my sweet husband.
I am mommy to three cats.
I am your daughter who didn't turn out quite right.
You are Grandma to my grown, young daughter.
To me, still, you are Mom--
*my* Mom!
*my* Mommy!
Mommy!
Lauren Merryfield
http://www.catliness.com~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
www.2theheart.com
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