A Collection of Poems

To Mom

You stare into the mirror,

You pinch and you squish,

You prod and you push,

But the fat doesn't suck in.

You hang your head, defeat on your face,

The devil's lies start filling your brain,

When a tug on your shirt makes you forget your place.

A little girl, barely up past your knee,

A smile so wide, with a few teeth missing.

"Mommy!" she cries, and your heart skips a beat.

Some dirt on that face you just can't keep clean.

In her little hand, she holds out a flower,

She was so excited to show you that she tripped on thin air.

The stem hangs limp and some petals are missing,

She beams, the scratch on her knee still bleeding.

"It's pretty like you,"

And she runs off to play.

A pang hits your heart, you don't know what to say.

You sit on your bed, still holding the flower

You pick up the Bible lying there on your dresser.

In the book of Proverbs, God shows you the truth,

A tear escapes your eye as the words hit you:

Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.

She opens her mouth with wisdom, the teaching of kindness on her tongue.

She looks well to the ways of her household, not eating the bread of idleness.

Her husband and children rise up to praise her. It is her they call blessed.

The Spirit reminds you through this gift in your hand,

That this body is fleeting, in your heart is where He stands.

For you are His daughter,

O' precious one of the King

Through Christ you are blameless,

Made perfect in Him.

So when you look in the mirror,

And don't like what you see,

Remember that flower, and the words on your shelf,

He calls you for a purpose, much higher than yourself.

You were called to teach the ones who, like you,

Who doubt why they're here and what they're meant to do,

The children, to whom when struggles they face,

Turn to you out of the whole human race.

You've taught us to run to God when we're low,

To find comfort in Him, when we don't know where to go.

That little girl, who looks up to you still,

If my words don't work, then maybe His will.

I can't always convince you,

But forever, I'll try

To always remind you of how you look in God's eyes.

Though some petals have fallen, and you don't stand as you did,

He still sees you as beautiful, because you are His.