For Mothers

I wrote this poem in February of 2009 when our youngest daughter had been quite ill after an episode of Crohn's disease held the two of us hostage in the hospital for two weeks. Here is a link to the original post if you want to read more about that tumultuous time. The thing is, the feelings still apply whether our children are sick or healthy, and life ebbs and flows in cycles of difficulty and ease. 

~Wishing all of us mothers and grandmothers and daughters who may one day be mothers too a blessed Mother's Day, filled with exactly the portion of love we need.

Portions of Love

Not rations

At times small when that is what’s needed

Yet always generous

Because of the place from which Love arises

The heart ever expanding

My heart

Breaking and healing

Fearful and full

Of gratitude

At the unexpected turns this life is taking.

Portions of Love

For my daughters and husband

My parents, siblings, teachers and friends

Students and strangers

Nurses and doctors

Who meet me in the place that they are

Hearts present

My heart

Receiving and offering

Measured moments

Of accepting

The blessings that are hidden in seemingly blemished fruits

Gifts revealed

After the swift intake of breath

In the sigh of relief

Another day has passed

And we are still here

A family intact

Growing stronger

Each portion of love

Grand, lavish, delectable

More than enough

To fill the holes anxiety

Attempts to eat away from our souls

But cannot

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