Thoughts, Poetry, and Reflections
A Mother's Story
A woman is line before me her children by her side.
The cashier tells her how beautiful they are and the mother smiles with pride.
She tells her Happy Mothers Day as she hands her the receipt.
When she waits on me she says nothing, not a word not a peep.
She smiles blankly and hands me my change.
She can't tell that I am a mother just the same.
My child is not here with me, but I am a mother still.
He's in Heaven with Jesus, he's my precious son Will.
But how do I say to her I am a mother too?
She surely will ask me all about you.
She will be uncomfortable hearing about my son in Heaven above.
The one who makes me a mother and fills my heart with love.
She will not understand my need to hear her say to me.
Happy Mothers Day as my child she cannot see.
I ask God to comfort me and hold my baby tight.
As I can't be with him now and I miss him with all my might.
My husband puts his arm around me as he understands my tears.
And softly whispers in my ear, where no one else can hear.
Happy Mother's Day my sweet our angel's up above.
He's sending you down kisses and all of his love.
You are a mother still though our son is gone away.
He is in our heart and in our soul and there he will always stay.
(written by Leigh Moss)
