Beyond Words

Whether our children are babies, adolescent,teen, or adult a mother's loveis beyond spelling...fierce and tender,firm and gentle,sweet and staunch,watchful and brave,forever and ever I told Victoria that the poem I posted last week isn't really her 'official'birthday poem, but every time I try to put my love into a poemI am at a loss for words...How does one spell the holy, humblingdeeps of love ?! Dear mothers, you know that 'feeling', right?As you look at your children, no matter their ageand you are rushed through with a tidal wave ofcompassion, concern and thankfulness... Mother's love is a languagecommonly penned with the domestic inkof cooking and baking,cleaning and laundry,and little extra-touches to make homea gentle, orderly and happy placethat says'I love you' Victoria chuckled at the over-tanned smiley faces garnishingone of our suppers last week... It transcends tender thoughtIt defies utteranceIt strains but yet has never wroughtPerfected eloquence It fills a treasure troveWhere ink-penchant runs wildBut cannot tame to words, the loveMother has for her child It evades wistful rhymesMedley of smiles and tearsAnd prayers to fill ten-thousand timesThe cannikin of years It gapes in grasping sighsThrough hold and letting goIt glints, like hints of paradiseCaught in a flake of snow To write a mother’s loveSeems to elude Her penWhile evoking cries of 'enoughTo try and try again' To temper onto pageThe ocean of the soulTo grant a glimpse of age to age Where wordless poems roll © Janet Martin 3 John 1:4 I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.