Lately, I have been encouraged by several loved ones to try picking up my pen to write again. In high school and college, I wrote lots of poetry, a few novel chapters and TONS of essays but, sadly, since then, I haven't written anything at all.
I find it odd that through some of the most challenging and painful years of my life none of those thoughts, fears, hopes and feelings ever made their way to a page. Perhaps they were just too private, too deeply felt to ever chance being made immortal. But maybe now, in one of the happiest seasons of my life thus far, it is time to blow the dust off of my journals and fill the inkwell once more.
Unfortunately for you, dear reader, that means you will be subjected to testing out my latest scribblings. Please know how very much your comments mean to me, whether good or bad.
To start the creative juices flowing, I thought I would share a poem I wrote for the women in my life. I began it in late 07 but didn't finish it until almost 18 months later. It was really inspired by my beautiful mother, whose love and faith in me have always been one of the biggest driving forces in my life and by my grandmothers who have each placed their own unique stamp on the woman I have become.
It was finally finished as a gift for Mother's Day last year and since it is not so long past Mother's Day this year and because I was sorely remiss in acknowledging the day here on my blog, we'll just call this a make-up post. :)
I hope you enjoy it.
Mom, I love you so much...
The women in my life are not famous
But they are revered by family and friends.
The women in my life are not perfect
But amber’s value is born of its flaws.
The women in my life are not wealthy
But they taught me to be creative, frugal and grateful for all our Lord provides.
The women in my life have not been doctors or lawyers
But they have healed the sick and fought for justice.
The women in my life have not been soldiers
But they have fought many battles, winning many victories on their knees before Almighty God.
The women in my life have not been professors or poets
But they nurtured a love of knowledge and entrusted family stories to future generations.
The women in my life did not end world suffering or hunger
But they soothed our hearts and taught us to feed and clothe others.
The women in my life were not beauty queens
But their affectionate smiles make them radiant.
The women in my life have not been CEO’s in corporate
But they taught me the value of hard work, honesty and integrity.
The women in my life were not opera stars
But they taught me to sing sweet lullabies to my children.
The women in my life have not been sculptors or painters
But they have created much beauty through their arts.
The women in my life were not classically trained chefs
But we whipped up masterpieces in their kitchens.
The women in my life have not been statesmen
But they taught me about loyalty, commitment and diplomacy.
The women in my life were not world-renowned authors or orators
But they taught me to love reading and to write and speak what is in my heart.
The women in my life are not scientists
But they know the formula for love.
The women in my life were not suffragettes
But they taught me that there are no limits to what I can achieve.
The women in my life are not preachers
But they modeled for me a life of worship and true faith.
The women in my life have not won medals or had monuments built to their names
But they have stored up great treasure in Heaven and their legacy is the birthright I claim.
The women in my life have not been heralded by the world
But this world is not their home.
They are true beauty. They are living grace. They are real love. I wear their face.
They are now, and always have been, my heroes.