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| POEMS WHAT MAKES A MOTHER? I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God today, I asked, 'What makes a mother?' and I know I heard Him say, A mother has a baby, this we know is true, But God, can you be a mother when your baby's not with you? Yes you can, He replied, with confidence in His voice, I give many women babies, when they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, others for a day And some I send to feel your womb, but there's no need to stay. I just don't understand this Lord, I want my baby here! He took a breath and cleared His throat and then I saw a tear, I wish that I could show you what your child is doing today, If you could see your child smile with other children and say, 'We go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear, My mummy loved me oh so much I got to come straight here. I feel so lucky to have a mum who had so much love for me, I learned my lessons very quickly, my mummy set me free. I miss my mummy oh so much, but I visit her each day, When she goes to sleep, on her pillow's where I lay, I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, Mummy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here'. So you see, my dear sweet one, your children are ok, Your babes are here in my home, and this is where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with me, until your lesson's through, And on the day I call you home they'll be at the gates for you. So now you know what makes a mother, It's the feeling in your heart, It's the love you had so much of, right from the very start. Though some on earth may not realise until their time is done, Remember all the love you have, And you ARE a special mum! Author unknown |
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| LITTLE CHILDREN When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold, So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still sometimes we will cry The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye." So when a little child departs, we who are left behind Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find. author unknown |
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