I Thought I’d Ruined Mother’s Day

I thought I’d ruined Mother’s Day.

The house was all a mess

The dishes piled in the sink

I couldn’t find my dress


I sat and ate my breakfast slow

determined to enjoy

the children gathered all around

my lap, their favorite toy


The time, I knew, was flying by

so much that needed done

we had to get to church on time

always this race to run


The baby’s face was dirty

the toddler’s diaper messed

the preschooler couldn’t find his shoe

and his sister wasn’t dressed


My daughters, who are twelve and nine

had helped their Dad make me

a breakfast so sweet and special

but there was no time for tea


The goat was waiting to be milked

the pigs, they needed fed

the chickens’ eggs to be collected

and the teens were still in bed


At last we loaded up the van

abandoned shoes were found

the sweater I was ironing

had almost come around


I sighed a sigh that was too loud

My son, he overheard

Take it easy Mom, was all he said

I uttered not a word


Just once, I wanted it to be

the kind of day that I did well

without the missing shoes

the dirty faces, or the smells


Without the tangles in girls’ hair

that need to be brushed out.

Without the tantrums, chores, and sighs

rising tension in the air.


But then I climbed into the van

and found awaiting there

messy faces all in smiles

and bows in tangled hair


My children! My loves! My reason for living!

how could I be so silly

to look upon the messes of life

as if they matter, really.


I thought I’d ruined Mother’s Day

wish harsh words and impatient sighs

but my children, they know the love I carry

so deep and full inside


Thank you Lord for children

for every dirty little mess

for tea that gets neglected

in search of each lost dress


Thank you for the love they share

for life, for fun, for me

I know these days will quickly pass-

please let me hang on, and make them last-

for as long as time shall be.









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