In the beginning, God created a
creature from the rib of the
man He had previously created. Created and shaped by a Divine
Hand, this creature was
exquisitely designed. The very
this creature was the big heart
that it had. Though
small compared to other organs,
it had more capacity
than any other part of the body.
It had regular beats of about
78 times a minute, and not a
minute passed that it didn't
within its chambers enough love
to hold any size family
within its walls.
Love seemed to flow out its eyes
as it held the new born baby
close to its breast and from that moment forward, this creature
would give its very life to
protect this new offspring.
The creatures ears were acute
and could hear the tiniest cry;
the most amazing thing was that it seemed to be able to hear even
the heart-cry of the tiny life
that came from its own body.
ability increased as the little
one grew and began to appear to
push away from its parent creature. Distance didn't matter;
somehow the creature just knew;
that the now grown-up little
one had a crying heart and was
always available with a shoulder
that just fit the head of the
Love found its way down the body
of the creature to its arms
which were always open with warm
hugs to chase away the cold
cruel world that invaded the life of the creature offspring. These
arms could turn out pans of warm chocolate chip cookies, hot
warm soup at any hour of the day
or night to warm
the chill of the hurting one.
The creatures lap was just the
right size to hold the little
until they were big enough to hold the creature. When the lap
couldn't hold them any longer,
the loving arms were always
available with unlimited,
Love found its way from the big
heart to the creatures legs
which would run errands, provide
taxi service, jump up when
one of its own scored a point at
a game, stand in front of stoves
and turn out nourishing meals,
run at the cry of its offspring,
just be there wherever that might be and whenever it was needed.
God sure did know what He was
doing when He created this
special creature with the big
heart full of love and gave it
appropriate name, Mother!
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Delores wrote this poem for me
so that I could
dedicate it to my mother, who
recently passed away.
Thank you, Delores. :-)
My mother was Mary
Elizabeth Walker Weaks.
She was born in May, 1931, died
in December, 2005.
We miss you, Mom, and
Grandmother! Love Patricia,
Elizabeth and Grandchildren.
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