Your lullaby is the secret melody of my soul
Singing me through the night
And into the arms of God.
Your whispered prayers,
The ladders to heaven
Where angels come close enough to touch.
A mirror of my very self
Framed in love – reflecting only beauty.
A ready haven, melting hurt
Into a puddle of love.
For these gifts of intentional mothering,
I am so very grateful –
They gird my soul with grace.
[image cropped from photo by Maria Grazia Montagnari per cc 2.0]
Wonderful! I hope you have shared this with your mother….