It’s like a needle and thread, Stitch by stitch embroidered In every child’s life; a life time gift.
Yes! They freely roll Down like river Mississippi With a hint of blood . Effortlessly They roll down little cheeks Like summer thunder Hitting dry ground . Child, Little child cries Little child wails From a hurting belly For bread crumbs . No There’s no other reason But hunger! Hunger That hurts little one Hunger …… Continue reading A child’s tears
There I was feeling stuck in that moment of pain and despair. Every part of me physically hurt and I knew I was truly dying. That was 2011, I can joyfully say that I made it through and I thank God yet again for the many people He used in my life. I spent months…… Continue reading Cancer journey; hospital nurses
My heart hurts for a baby bearing a cold world without a mother to keep them warm. Water instead of milk little baby feeds a simple need for every child a privilege it becomes as hunger strikes hard. Bare bones becomes the sketch of a baby we hope will grow. Susan McMillan
Motherhood is a verb; this I have had to learn with my two babies. As parents, we give so much but more so, mothers give it all. A body that carries little ones for months, sleepless nights, changing diapers, feeding and the list goes on. We just do!; I mean the real act. We do…… Continue reading Motherhood Tees.
To be a mother Is to experience joy; At least for me It is loving; unconditionally It is putting others before myself It is saying an honest prayer; Desiring to be answered It is crying; Not just for me It is laughing from the heart; With moments I hope to keep It is a beautiful…… Continue reading A mother
Is, To fall in love with a stranger; After we realize they are growing in us It is to let go of self; Allowing our little ones to take over our bodies It is being selfless; Accepting pain that comes with carrying and delivering our babies It is surrender; Of a life of comfort to…… Continue reading Motherhood,
When you say I matter For me; a “no body”… It’s to be somebody. When you wipe my tears With your own cloth… When you give me your hand You let me hold on… It’s to be somebody. I sit at your table You pass me a cup Your cup I dine at your table…… Continue reading To be somebody.