A poem I wrote when my first-born arrived…. Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers and to all the wonderful men and women who are raising and giving motherly care to our children.
If I could only weave
A world for you my son,
I’d weave in all bright colors
And love for everyone.
The skies I’d weave for you to see,
Would all be skies of blue,
The darkest nights would all have moons
To gently guide you through.
The patterns that I’d weave my son,
Would all be straight and narrow,
The tapestry when it was done,
Completely free from sorrow.
I’d weave an angel soft and loving
To take you in her care,
She’d lead you out of troubled moments
When I wasn’t there.
I’d weave no mountain for you my son
That proved too hard to climb,
Any every thought you came to ponder
Would always have a rhyme.
I’d trim the world in happiness
That could or would not cease,
But serve to hold the world together
In brotherhood and peace.
Yes, I’d like to weave this simple world
Just for you my son,
And wrap you safely in it
Until your days were done.
But I’m aware that if I did,
You would never know –
The ups and downs in life my son
Are the seeds that make us grow.
So I will weave with threads of love
And this I’ll always give,
To pick you up when you fall down,
As through this life you live.
© DiAnne Ebejer