The Sunday Sermonette: Motherhood

Greetings, Family and Friends! Happy Mother’s Day to our mothers, those living and those who have passed away. My dear mother wrote this poem while attending Clark College in 1946. She typed it on an old Remington typewriter, along with her other poems and thoughts on many subjects. She and her friends were in a poetry-writing club.

The old binder she kept the poems in is falling apart. Its pages are now brittle and yellow with age. Her writing style is a bit archaic by today’s “standards,” but the typed words still touch my heart. Mom wrote this poem to her dear mother, who is also my sweet Granny from D’Lo.

Sometimes, deep in the night, when the house is dusted with peace and silence, I hear your voices. I feel the softness of your touch. And long to see, once again, the glow of your loving faces. I miss you both so much! One day soon, Mama. One day soon, Granny. All my love to you both!

Motherhood

If I could write with diamond pen,

Use ink of flowing gold,

The love I have for my mother dear

Could then not half be told.

Her sympathy has been my stay,

Her love my guiding light,

Her gentle hand hath soothed my life,

She’s ever guided right.

A precious friend has mother been,

Stood by me all the way,

No sacrificed has been too great,

Such love one can’t repay.

So wonderful has mother been,

So gentle, kind and good,

That I have learned to reverence

That sweet word, motherhood.