I did some thinking this Mother’s Day about all that my mom means to me (in all honesty, it began because I decided to write a poem for the women of our congregation). But as I thought about my mom and penned these thoughts, I was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for Hilda Hill, the lady who raised me and still is the best mom in the world. I’m a bit late posting this because of the craziness of this season (grilling @ rescue mission Saturday, closing on Hangar 61 facility yesterday
, etc.). However, I did not want the season to totally pass without sharing this – may spur some things you really want to express to your mother…
A Mother’s Day Poem
You treasured and nurtured me when I was born
Provided the things that I needed;
But more than all that, you gave yourself up,
And from your own interest retreated.
You rocked me to sleep, you bandaged my wounds,
You made our house into a home;
And now I still carry you deep in my heart
No matter how far I might roam.
Today is the day that our world sets aside
To honor you and what you’ve done
But I should thank God for you every day
Instead of just giving you one.
Though God gave you to me as a teacher and sage
To guide me to Him and His ways,
I see him most clearly not in what you’ve said,
But in the way you’ve lived your days.
You’d give up your life to save mine if you must
I’ve never doubted it’s true;
Reminds me of Jesus who gave up His life
To win heaven for me and you.
You’ve loved me like no one else ever could love
Believed in me like no other;
And everything good that comes of my life
I owe in some way to you, mother.
Dean Hill
Mother’s Day 2010