A poem to mothers tittled When God Created Mothers dedicated to my loving mum KANDE B. ALISON and all the mothers out there.. When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said. Youre spending a lot of time on this one. And God said, Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely perfect, with ability to Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a touch that can calm anyone, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands. The angel shook her head slowly and said. Six pairs of hands??.... no way. Its not the hands that are causing me problems, God remarked, its the three pairs of eyes that mothers should have. Thats on the standard model? asked the angel. God nodded. One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, What are you kids doing in there? when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldnt but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. I understand and I love you without so much as uttering a word. God, said the angel touching his sleeve gently, Get some rest and continue tomorrow.... I cant, said God, Im so close to creating something unique. Something that heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one cup of rice...sleeps after everyone and wakes up before everyone.. The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. Its too soft,the angel said But tough! said God excitedly. You can imagine what this mother can do or endure. Can it think? Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise, said the Creator. Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. Its eyes are leaking, the angel said. I told You that You were trying to put too much work into it. Its not a leak, said the Lord, Its tears. Whats it for? The angel asked Its for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride. You are a genius, said the angel. Somberly, God shook his head and said, I didnt put it there. Then who did, who put those tears there? The puzzled angel asked.. Her children and husband did.....the Lord replied.. Am sorry mom for all the tears of pain I have ever caused you but am glad for the tears of joy and pride I brought to you...I love u a lot...
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 08:51:11 +0000