Mom
and it is, of course, rightfully so:
WOW!
She carries us, in part,
as an egg.
Waiting
A funny fish attaches
and human is created afresh
Each and every single one
different
And so we grow
hidden away
protected and nourished
precisely
and grow
and grow
until
some fateful day
it’s time
Hosanna!
A tiny human emerges
sucks in air and breathes
then sucks in food
from mom
in every way
mom and child together
Up on two little legs
junior hangs on to…mom’s leg
hides behind…mom’s leg
Little arms reach for the sky
and mom picks him or her up
Oh, do they ever…
play ‘pick up’!
Two days later
it’s ‘Pick up from school!’
Two days more,
and she watches
junior at the wheel
driving off to college
And a thousand prayers later
she watches
junior drive off…to a honeymoon
Wow! Mom! Grandma!
Selah 9/2014
Great is Thy Faithfulness