Showing posts with label A Mother's Nurturance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Mother's Nurturance. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

Tuesday's Trust - Did Child-Loss Change Me Into an Absentee Mother?




Tuesday's Trust


Did Child-Loss Change Me Into an


Absentee Mother?




Ever since I lost my child, my poor heart's been shot,

And every ounce of energy has been spent,

Resuscitating my lifeless bleeding heart,

Making me wonder where my mothering-heart went...



I've two children left behind to finish this earth's span;

Is there nothing left inside to love and nurture them?

Can my mothering heart stand up from the rubble to love again,

Or has it been so pulverized to permanently lose its vigor and vim?



This week, I have seen signs of life there after all

For one son turned another year older,

And up from the ashes of death's pall,

My heart rose up from its smoky smoulder

To reach out and nurture again a precious child

Who seemed to have lost his child-loss mother

Among death's child-loss steaming, wreckage pile.



Perhaps my heart lives to love again

As I feel God's Spirit sweetly hover,

With His Living Water's soothing rain

Quenching some of Death's destructive flame

In th' sweltering heart o' this child-loss grieving mother.




~ABP










Picture: Thanks to FotoSearch.com
Poem - Absentee Mother? - Angie Bennett Prince - 1/15/2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Tuesday's Trust - My Mother's Present





Tuesday's Trust


My Mother's Present



Discovered from my sister the day after my precious mother's death





From my mother,


One child-loss griever to another,



"Angie, Take care of yourself darling!"



She called out into the air within my sister's presence.




After Mother's death, my sister gave me this, the best of all presents...


These words of a loving mother's nurturance who "gets" a mother's pain


When God allows th' mother to go through th' storms of Child-Loss Rain.




As the psalmist said to God,



"Many gasp in alarm when they see me,


but You take me in stride."



It seems the only ones who "get it," and can "take me in stride,"


Are a loving God and a loving mother who both,


In such deep child-loss grief, too, once, sorely did abide.





~Scripture from Psalm 71










Picture: Mother and I
Poem - My Mother's Present - Angie Bennett Prince - 1/10/2011