When God Made Mothers
When
the Good Lord was creating Mothers
He
was into the sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said,
“You
are doing a lot of fiddling around with this one.”
And
the Lord said “Have you read the spec on this order?”
She
has to be completely washable, but not plastic.
Have
180 moveable parts...all replaceable.
Run
on black coffee and leftovers.
Have
a lap that disappears when she stands up.
A
kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair...
and
six pairs of hands...
The
angel shook her head slowly and said,
“Six
pairs of hands...No Way.”
“It’s
not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord.
“It’s
the three pairs of eyes that mother’s have to have.”
“That’s
on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The
Lord Nodded.
“One
pair that sees through closed doors when she asks,
“What
are you kids doing in there?” when she already knows.
Another
here in the back of her head that sees
what
she shouldn’t but what she has to know,
and
of course the ones here in the front that can look
at
a child when he goofs up and say,
“I
understand and I love you”
without
so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,’
said the angel touching his sleeve gently,
“Come
to bed. Tomorrow...”
“I
can’t,” said the Lord,
“I’m
so close to creating something so close to myself.
Already
I have one who heals herself when she is sick...
can
feed a family of six with one pound of hanburger...
and
can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”
The
angel circled the model of a Mother very slowly.
“It’s
too soft,” she sighed.
“But
tough!” said the Lord excitedly.
“You
cannot imagine what this Mother can do or endure.”
“Can
it think?”
“Not
only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,”
said
the Creator.
Finally,
the angel bent over and ran a finger across the cheek.
“There
is a leak,” she pronounced.
“I
told you, you were trying to put too much into this model.”
“It’s
not a leak,” said the Lord “it’s a tear.”
“What’s
it for?”
“It’s
for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride.”
“You
are a genius,” said the angel.
The
Lord looked somber.
“I
didn’t put it there.
Author
~ Erma Bombeck
With many Thanx to my friend
Patrice for this poem
and also for her great design
of the set..........
