(A little poem I wrote)
I AM A MOTHER
Each time I meet someone new,
The question is always asked.
"Do you have children?"
I never knew what to say.
It hurt when they would tell me,
Of their children "3" And "6"
I didn't have the strength to say
My children aren't with me.
I felt it cut so deep inside.
I couldn't help but, cry.
I'd have to turn and walk away.
To run away and hide.
Still I feel the cut, the pain that resides.
I now have an Answer.
Jesus told it to my heart.
"Yes, you are a Mother, I rock your babes to sleep."
So, each time that the question comes.
Even when I feel so numb.
I answer it in simple terms.
"Yes, I am a Mother. My Children Live With God."
Jesus is my Saviour and He rocks them for me.
Sometimes, they don't say anything.
Thats ok with me.
I know that I feel them here.
Everytime I say.
"Yes, I Am A Mother. My Children Live With God."
~~~~~~~Amber D. White~~~~~~~
