I gave my mother a book of poems I had written expressly for her in 1986. She made me promise to write a new poem to go in that book each year. It has been our tradition since that day and with very few exceptions, I have kept that promise.
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This year is full of new emotions for me now that I am a grandmother. Family has always been important to me, but now it’s like I live and breathe it more deeply that ever before. I am learning to savor every single moment and to be thankful for gestures that I might have missed in the past — little things, such as Martin calling me “an amazing woman” in a Facebook post, or when Steven touches my shoulder before we part, or how Claire rushes out of the house on her way to school but doubles back just to tell me that she loves me. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers –to those that bore children and raised them, to those that bore children and gave them a different life than you could give them yourself through adoption (for it was by that gift that I became a mother), and to all those who “mothered” children they did not bear and by your presence in those lives, have made the world a better place.
FOR THE LOVE OF YOU
For My Mother, Linda Hall
At fifty, I am a mother, grandmother, and a daughter
Who now sees you with eyes
That have been opened to your secrets.
I now know the depth of your love and sacrifice.
Such was your selflessness, as you fed me confidence
And let me grow until I was ready to stand on my own.
You have been my prayer sentinel, standing watch.
With your love, I know I’ve never stood alone.
There’s a peace in knowing
That I could never go far enough
To step beyond your grasp —
To ever leave the realm of your love.
Me (left), Steven (right), my Mama with Joshlyn (center)
Photo Credit: Sandra Hall Rosser, Easter 2012