Mother’s Day 2022 Part Two

For everyone with a mother’s heart.

The smiles and the laughter, the sighs and the tears,
Reveal the hope and the love, anxiety and fears.
Can one woman feel all this and more
For the one tiny being that her body bore?

Beneath her heart this miracle did grow,
Causing the highest of high and the lowest of low.
The feelings that came are all a’jumble,
Afraid to fail and cause to stumble.

For nine months mom thinks, and she wonders:
“Am I ready for this, or will I go under?”
“Will I know how to laugh? Will I know how to love
This precious child, this gift from above?

Before she knows it, this child breaks free
Of the womb that sheltered it, so she can see:
See that she’s ready? Oh, no, not at all.
How will she manage? How not to fall?

Years down the road she remembers the start;
With a smile on her lips and a tug on her heart.
She never would have guessed of that small child,
How upside down life could get, or how wild.

She feels the strong love that still grows every day,
Amidst all the fracas, the troubles, the fray.
So many failures, but so much success
Crowds through the memories; oh, it’s quite a mess!!

The child now a mother who looks on tenderly
While grandma and grandchild eye one another pensively.
This child, who now wonders, “Will I be like Mom?”
“Will I know how to laugh, to love, and have fun?”

You see, the child learns from the life of the mother;
An influence so profound, it’s like no other.
Mistakes will be made, how else can you learn
That the love of the child is something you earn.

A mother sees clearer when her child’s child is born.
She sees her mistakes and then becomes torn.
Will the child learn from the mistakes of the mother;
These mistakes that can tear at the heart like no other!

Then she looks closely in the child’s eyes
And sees all the love, the wonder and surprise.
The mother finally realizes, “I did my best
To pass on the love and all the rest.”

As much as the mother doesn’t want to let go,
With bittersweet pangs, oh, how she does know:
A child no longer but mother is she,
With all that I gave her, this child IS me!

written by Ingrid Ewikowski
May 10, 2020

Until next time,

Inge