Poems and Quotes
This is a poem I wrote for my mother (it is also included in the book "Celebrating Motherhood").
For My Mom
Although I can’t remember, the time I was a babe
and relied on you for every need, for food and love and aid.
I feel your love and endless care, and all the sacrifice
that you must have showered o’er me, from the first day of my life.
I feel it when I hold my child and gaze deep into his eyes,
I feel it when he’s lonely or discouraged and starts to cry.
I feel it when I comfort my children in sickness or distress,
When they want to snuggle next to me and feel my soft caress.
I feel it during sleepless nights, when only a mother’s care will do
I feel it when I’m frustrated with my toddler’s “terrible twos!”
I feel it after a warm embrace when my child has scraped her knee,
I feel it in the pride that’s there, when she says her ABC’s.
Although my children are still small, they’ve taught me something great;
I’ve felt the love you had for me, when your own needs had to wait.
So thank you dear mother, for your worry and your prayers
And for always being there to let me know you cared.
I never quite understood all that my mother meant to me,
Until I became a mother too – with a family for eternity!
Wendy Jensen
My Mother-In-Law
I smile at my husband and children,
As he growls, pretending to fight,
The little ones climb on his back,
Squealing with laughter and delight.
I breathe a prayer of thanks,
For this man – my children’s father,
And also to the one who loved him first,
My husband’s sweet angel mother.
It was she who carried him nine long months,
Bringing him painfully into the world.
A little bundle was placed in her arms
A tiny hand around her finger curled.
She was the first to whisper, “I love you…”
her soft breath across his cheek.
She was the first to realize his needs
And sing him off to sleep.
She was the one who encouraged him
and taught him how to pray,
She planted seeds of nobleness,
Inspiring his role as father someday.
She gently nudged him off to school.
Cheered when he returned triumphant.
She taught him to laugh and live life fully,
Celebrating his many accomplishments.
She helped him with his schoolwork
And cheered when he succeeded
She cried with him when things went wrong
Giving solace when he felt defeated.
She welcomed his friends with open arms
She was a mom who was “with it,”
She joined in all of the childhood fun,
As they all told stories, she listened.
When he was young, she bandaged him
Whenever he scraped his knee
Later she led him through teenage years
On that crazy adolescent journey.
Whenever he needed to talk to someone,
She was always there close by
She watched him become a successful man
Amazing! How the time did fly.
She consoled him when his heart was broken
And he wondered who he would marry,
She promised him that someday soon,
That he would be led, to me...
And he was.
To our mother, THANK YOU!
Wendy Jensen
