A Must Read Poem From a Mother to a Child

This weekend we will see lots of cards and poems written to Mom.  This particular poem is unique, in that it's a poem written to a child from a Mother.

A POEM TO A CHILD FROM THE MOTHER
TO MY CHILD

By: Sally Meyer

Just for this morning, I am going to

Smile when I see your face and laugh

When I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you

Choose what you want to wear,

And smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step

Over the laundry and pick you up and take you to

The park to play.

Just for this morning,

I will leave the

Dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put

That puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

The telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

You in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon,

 I will not yell once,

Not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

Whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one

If he comes by.

Just for this afternoon,

 I won’t worry

About what you are going to be when you grow up, or

Second guess every decision I have made where you are  concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you

Help me bake cookies, and I won’t stand over you

Trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us

To McDonald’s and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can

Have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in

My arms and tell you a story about how you were

Born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you

Splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you

Stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle

Beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my

Finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

Grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and

Fathers who are searching for their missing children,

the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children’s

Graves instead of their bedrooms.

 The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms

Watching their children suffer senselessly

and screaming inside that little body

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold

You a little tighter, a little longer.

It is then,

That I will thank God for you, and ask him for

Nothing, except one more day………….

(Bluewheel)