Mother's Heart

I wrote this poem tonight while thinking of my three precious daughters.

Mother’s Heart

The setting sun in tones of gold marks the end of this day
My children are all tucked in their beds and I take a moment to pray
As I tiptoe up the stairs I can’t resist one more touch
Of the satiny skin and silken hair that I cherish oh so much

I walk into the room of my oldest child and press my cheek to hers
A wave of love washes over me as my heart flutters and stirs
What is it about this precious child that is more special than any other?
Of course it is an easy answer…she made me a mother

Across the hall my middle child is peaceful in her rest
For a moment time stands still as I feel the rise and fall of her chest
What is it about this precious child that makes her the most special to me?
Of course it is an easy answer…she made us a real family

One more room is dark and quiet where my youngest child is asleep
Her tiny fingers curl around mine and I begin to weep
What is it about this precious child that makes her the most special & sweet?
Of course it is an easy answer…she made our family complete

The love a mother feels for her children is impossible to express
My beating heart is vast and holds a secret I must confess
Even though I love them all equally I love each one the best
My cup runneth over with all they have given me and I am truly blessed

I fall to my knees to thank the Lord but the words don’t seem to roll
How can I possibly put into words these musings of my soul?
Oh Father in Heaven please let me be worthy of mothering these little girls
The ocean of my heart never knew it was missing three precious pearls

Little miracles sent from above who rest on angels’ wings
Fill me with a joy that strums a song on my heartstrings
Each one alone without the others fills me to my core
But the true gift of a mother’s heart is that there is always love for one more