Ten little toes brushed my mother’s lips
as she blessed them with her kiss.
She could not foretell where they would take me
but her love was the shield I would carry.
When I wandered too far from home
all alone
Scared and lost my little girl self frightened
I had only to turn and find my mother’s outstretched arms.
It was to her I ran when my young adult life as I knew it
crumbled and fell into splintered shards.
She could not fix my broken pieces
but her strength helped me to learn to heal.
Life cruelly stole her from my earthly orbit
in the blink of an eye she had vanished.
Her love is still the shield I carry
as I walk my path on blessed kisses.
Cindy Lee Lothian
May 11, 2013
This is a beautiful tribute Cindy. I have similar memories of my mother. i have come acoss a few lately who haven’t got these good memories of a mother, and it makes me feel doubly blessed.
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
Christie xx