MY MOM POEM
My Mom had 10 children and most of us are normal.
My Mom cooked the best fried chicken in the world.
My Mom could feed an extra 8 people at the drop of a hat. She would just cut
the chicken smaller and cook a lot more potatoes.
My Mom gave the best advice by simply not talking. She would listen and always
figured that we had a brain, we needed to use it, and she was just the sounding
board to throw idea's against.
My Mom was the wife of an ornery cowboy.
My Mom could mend a broken heart by squeezing a trembling shoulder.
My Mom is one of the bestest angels in heaven. I know this because she
earned it!
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That was my "collected" thought. Now I get to step outside the line
for a minute.
The first sentence in my Mom poem. She had 10 children. TRUE. Most of us are
normal. Not True. I say they are normal because I am trying to keep them from
having hurt feelings.
I am the only one. My folks had child after child, disappointment after disappointment,
humiliation all over the small town of Paradise, Montana. Heck, she even had
a couple of them at home to save her the embarrassment!
Then, finally when she was 45 years old, I was born! They knew I would be the
one! They had my name picked out before I was born! I would be Kelly Jo if I
was a boy or a girl! That way folks could say to other relatives, "Has
Kelly Jo been born yet?" It was the talk of the town!
So, the other children had to live in my shadow, which wasn't too hard for my
sister, the midget; how much space could she possibly need?
Anyway, before my mind wanders too far off, I will cut this short! I just wanted
to tell you that my Mom won the prize for Mom's and I hope and pray that I am
doing at least part of this "Mom thing" right. I'm a Mom, too.
For you Mom's out there, Happy Mother's Day!
A Mother's Thanksgiving Psalm
by Jennifer Anne Messing
Thank you, Lord, for each new day that unveils pathways of discovery and delight.
I am grateful to awaken beside this wonderful man to whom I pledged my lifelong
love. His tendernesswarms me, protects me; his companionship satisfies the empty,
aching places in my heart.
Thank You, Lord, for the daughters You gave me. Their lives are a gift, a testimony
of Your creativity, an evidence of Your strength and beauty. Each of them has
changed my life andenriched my world. They have taught me how to love unselfishly,
how to give and receive, how to teach and mentor. They have spurred me on to
become a nobler and more virtuous woman.Thank You, Lord, for my son. How I rejoice
over this beautiful boy, this little man whom You've placed into my arms, in
my heart, and into our family. May our cozy, joy-filled homealways be his source
of inspiration. May its borders always be a refuge for his young soul. May each
of my children discover You, their heavenly Father. May they hear You calling
their name.May they serve You at an early age.
Thank You, Lord, for our home. I am grateful to have a home to tend, to furnish,
to keep and beautify and adorn. Help me be a woman of grace, a woman of compassion,
and a woman of skill and artistry as I work in my dwelling place. Strengthen
my spirit, my heart, and my hands as I endeavor to meet the needs of my loved
ones.Thank You, Lord, for calling me to be a woman of excellence. I will diligently
develop the talents You gave me so I can bless my husband, my family and friends,
and gladly serve in Yourhouse. I will open my home and my heart to welcome Your
people as well as those who don't know You. I will use all that I have--my time,
my talents, and my treasures--so I can uniquelytouch and encourage those whom
You bring into my life. Thank You, Lord, most of all, for loving me. Thank you
for calling me Your daughter. Thank You for being my Father. My life was empty
and meaningless till You filled it with Your love and joy. Now my life has a
purpose. Help me be a virtuous wife, mother, and woman each and every day. Amen.
