Thursday, May 30, 2013

A Poem by my Mother


Had I been adequately prepared for your visit
I would have...
Plucked the weeds from my garden
And replaced them with budding beauties,
Invited you to sit on a soft carpet of moss
Shaded by growing greenery,
Planned a picnic of your favorite delicacies from distant lands.

I could not arrange an appropriate setting,
Yet you made yourself at home among weeds and unpainted boards.
You refused refreshment and placed my needs ahead of your own.

Like our Lord, you came to serve.
Long after sunglow, I'll savor your sensitivity.

~Nancy J. Ressler

photo credit: Grant MacDonald via photopin cc

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