Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Letting Go
The mother, not as young now, placed her basket on the floor.
She brushed her slightly graying hair back and tiptoed to the door.
She pushed gently into the girls' room and sighed with deep content.
The three of them lay quietly under moonlights gentle slant.
Though sound asleep, the laughter seemed to dance around their eyes
and the sounds of sweet innocence was heard in their sleepy sighs.
She looked in amazement at the dimples and the curls
and tonight, like every night, she thanked God for her three girls.
After praying prayers for safety, for sweet dreams and peaceful slumber
she closed the door and turned to face another room of wonder.
The walls held dog posters and models of hot rod cars,
The floor was littered with legos and books about the stars.
There, asleep on a small bed was a darling little boy.
In his fist he clutched his newest favorite toy.
She watched awhile and said a prayer, then turned to her right.
She saw another bed, still made, not being slept in tonight.
As she sat on the edge of his bed
Her heart was filled with cheer
Her boy had gone to college.
That's why he wasn't here!
While the happy thoughts rolled onward,
There came another thought from deep.
This one wasn't welcome.
She pushed it down, she choked it back.
It fought it's way upward ~ it must emerge.
"What if he never comes home? Is he grown enough? How absurd!
Of course I've trained him for this day. I know that he'll be fine.
But of all the preparations I made, I see now...I forgot mine."
She didn't know it would hurt like this,
This time of letting go.
How do other mother's do it?
Their pain doesn't really show.
Her fingers clutched the bedspread tightly
as the tears began to flow.
She glanced again at the little one across the room.
Her heart said "No! No! No!
Please don't take my babies, Time...
Please don't make them grow!"
She cried a little more
Then her mind began to quiet.
She started to breathe slow.
A small voice reminded her of another time,
A time long ago.
She remembered when her own mother had let her daughter go.
She hadn't understood then
What a mother's heart could hold,
But she understands it now
And she values it like gold.
Isn't this what she'd been working for?
A young life beginning to bloom?
The tears subsided and her smile returned.
"God be with you tonight son"
She whispered to the room.
by Sunydazy D. Johnson 2008
Thank you Lord for the opportunity to mother the children you send into our home. Thank you for the grace to walk through each difficulty, each trial...and rely on you every step of the way. And thank you most of all for leading these young ones into a life of service to you Our Great King. Guide them and protect them Father.
In Jesus Name,
Amen
Labels: Family, Inspirations
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5 Comments:
what a great poem/prayer. I can relate to it very much!
God Bless!
What an amazing poem! I can too relate! My boy will soon be 16, some days I can hardly stand it that he doesn't need me like he use to! Releasing both of my kids into the Lord's care every day is a constant struggle because my instincts want to protect them from the evil in the world and yet, they are such good kids. I know they are ready but am I ready to let them go is the real question?
That was beautiful. I'm so glad you're back blogging again.
It is not easy to let go. The relationship is different after they leave but it is very good.
I just knew you wrote this, not because it wasn't good enough to be a professional writer, no because it was so heartfelt. It was a heart of true love and from true experiences. It really touched me, so thank you for sharing it with us. Just LOVED it!
I have missed you Sunydazy girl!! This poem is wonderful!! I cried and my children are looking at me like OH NO, tell us it isn't that time of month again!!
Thank you for blessing my heart today and it's good to 'see' you.
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