A Mother’s Poem

For Mother’s Day 2016

By Reid Ferguson

Written in 8-7-8-9

With apologies to Dr. Seuss

 

 

Back before primordial slime

Way back when – time before time

Deep in the heart of God divine

Rose this thought in His infinite mind

 

Creatures He would make great and small

Some would walk, slither or crawl

Some would be short, and some so tall

He’d make a planet to house them all

 

Cats and wombats, insects like bees

Scorpions, lemurs and fleas

Flying the skies, scaling the trees

High on mountains or deep in the seas

 

But one would rise above the rest

In His mind, best of the best

This shining jew’l, must be confessed

Was not what any angel had guessed

 

Eyes that see before and behind

Strong like bull, but sweet and kind

Soft to the touch, but steely spined

A multi-tasking, pliable mind

 

Not grossed out by diapers or puke

Able to praise, and rebuke

Savvy to spot what’s false or truth

Willing in play, to act like a kook

 

Nursing or, formula bottlers

Coach and praise tiny waddlers

Cook for teens, adults and swaddlers

Able too, to stare down all toddlers

 

Content with work that’s never done

Rising ‘fore the morning sun

Can shift from tired to having fun

Remains composed e’en when shocked and stunned

 

Will bear a child in awful pain

Doing it once, then again

And acting like that’s sound and sane

God’s most unique, unfath’mable brain

 

Surely, she is like no other

Woman, friend, comfort, lover

Creation’s crown, not another

She alone, will bear the name – Mother.