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A tribute to Mothers, everywhere   3 comments

A favorite photo taken last year on Mother’s Day of me with my girls, Stephanie on the left and Erika on the right.

TRIBUTE TO A MOTHER

Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time;

Hope that defied despair;

Patience that conquered care;

And loyalty, whose courage was sublime;

The great deep heart that was a home for all –

Just, eloquent, and strong

In protest against wrong;

Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fall;

The Spartan spirit that made life so grand,

Mating poor daily needs

With high, heroic deeds,

That wrested happiness from Fate’s hard hand.

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Louisa May Alcott 

These are not my words, but those of Louisa May Alcott, who authored the book, Little Women, a favorite of mine. But as a mother and grandmother I can relate to her words and thoughts as I think back on my years raising my now grown girls. And now, as a grandmother I am happy and blessed to have opportunity to help and offer much in the raising of my grandchildren as well. The one thing that I feel is the most vital and essential to raising children in this world today, as in the past, is a strong faith in God, and the courage it takes to stand strong and unwavering. As parents we can only do our best. Yet we make mistakes, sometimes many of them, but when I look back at the way my girls have raised their children and my youngest still in the process of doing so I am rewarded in knowing that not only did I give it my best, but it paid off and I am blessed and proud to have daughters who reflect the same values I stood for and taught them as a mother.

I want to wish every mother and grandmother out there today, a Happy Mother’s Day. God bless you. It is indeed the greatest and most challenging of all jobs but worth every moment. Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted May 13, 2017 by Joyce in Poems, poetry

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A tribute to my mother on Mother’s Day

A tribute to my mother


She was a living example of personified grace

impeccably dressed and vain to a degree

with hazel gray eyes and a pleasant face

with hands that worked hard

and had many jobs.

When I was a child, sick or hurting

it was her hands that comforted my brow,

and it was her hands that guided

direction when firmly felt

affirming her place.

And when we were hungry

it was her hands

that prepared great meals

satisfying all, but all wanting more.

With her hands she taught me how to sew

when I didn’t want to learn,

and taught me how to cook and bake.

She taught me to be gracious,

and taught me how to pray,

how to be thankful for my blessings,

for simple gifts, large and small

and how to reach out to those in love

with kindness and a smile

how to be content with things I already had

and share with those who had much less

For all the things she was to me

and for all I learned from her

I thank God for the mother

I honor today.

____________

Joyce E. Johnson – 2013



Winifred D. Mielke – Mannhalter

September 17, 1917 – July 17, 2009


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