My Daughter's Mother's Day Poem ~ Sunday 9 May 2010

I received this beautiful poem from my 17 year old daughter this morning. It just makes everything about being a mother so worthwhile!

An ode to my Mum

When the sun finally sets upon days: long and trying

When the moon starts to rise above nights: brightly shining

I know, as I lie in my warm bed; to sleep

That some things I have done make you mad, make you weep

But despite this, and more, as my dreams take control

I know in the morning I've a clean slate as sure 

As the sun rises, blinding, o'er the hills and the streets

'cause you never hold grudges, and you never keep score

And I think if you did, I could never catch up

For I owe you more years than I've even yet lived.

And the best I can do, to express how I feel,

can never quite grasp how entirely real

and immense and so vast this emotion can be,

that it sometimes promotes it to obscurity.

And the meaning is lost in an anthill of words

while the thought floats away, untethered, unheard.

Well there's only one word that could even come close,

And while both underused, and yet used far too much

That it's meaning is warped to a crude kind of shrug

It still works quite nicely, when the timing is right

So I say to you Mum, it's entirely true,

That you're awesome, the best, so truly;

Thank you!