It's Mother's Day

These are the years, the gentle years,

the soft and sentimental years

when wee little fingers

reach and touch

and little eyes gaze

with wonder and trust,

when you love so tenderly

and so so much,

these are the gentle years.

These are the years, the rainbow years,

the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,

the years of laughter

and smiles and sighs

when both of you watch

with misty eyes

the tiny bed

where a cherub lies,

these are the rainbow years.

These are the years, the tender years,

the blissful, sweet-surrender years,

when your little treasure

from above

is the soul and purpose

and center of

your plans and dreams

and dearest love,

these are the tender years.

Barbara Burrow

My years with a wee one are long ago; those tender years have evolved into the amazing years, the wonderment of having your child walk this world as an adult. The years flow together and it's a lovely journey, this motherhood. May all my friends and all my family enjoy their day today.