I'm a human, I'm your mother.

I'm a mom
but I'm just human.
Don't put me
on a pedastal.

I'm just a person
who's lived longer than you
but who has struggled with life's
temptations.


I'm a baby in her mother's arms,
I'm a curly haired blonde, five years old,
who makes mud pies. plays in the rain,
loves paper dolls and my mommy's hugs.
I'm a daughter. I'm a sister. I'm a sister. I'm a sister.


I'm a teenager with horrible acne and tears of
pain when they call me names. I'm growing up.
I have to shave my legs, and I hate my hair!
I'm a struggling teenager. I'm a daughter.

I'm a young woman who has fallen in love,
who got pregnant with the wrong man.
I'm a human, I messed up.

I'm a young mother with a child, on my own.
Oh I love her, Yes I love her,
I would easily give my life for her,
but I'm ashamed of myself and broken hearted
I feel my future's over. I'm a mother. I'm a human.
 
I'm a young woman who has fallen in love!
This man is so good, he loves me so much!
I'm a young woman in love!  I'm a wife! I'm his wife!!
I'm a step-mother.

Oh my. His ex-wife.  Oh dear, his daughter's so hurt.
Oh my, I'm a human. I don't know what to do.

But, I'm a wife, I'm a wife! I'm a human. I'm loved!
I'm a young mother with another on the way,
then another, then another!
I'm a young mother of four. Oh my, a mother of four.
Life is complete with my fourth in our home. Ah. Life's complete.

But, I'm a mother, I'm a mother!
Oh, God, I'm a mother!  How do I do it, Lord?
Oh, Lord, this is so hard!
I'm a wife, I'm a mother,
I'm a full time mother.

Diapers, noses, breakfast, lunch, dinner,
bills, spats, feuds, diarhhea, puking, fussing,
bedtime, breakfast again. and again. and again.
Good times, good times, good times, bad.
Bad times, good times, bad times, sad.

It's life, it's ups, it's downs, it's life!
I'm glad, I'm mad, I'm sad, I'm tired.
I'm tired!
I love, I live, I long, I lose it,
I'm human.  Just human.  That's all I am. Just human.

I'm a mother! I'm a mother! They're grown.
They're gone.  I'm sad. I'm lonely.  I miss them.
I'm sad. I'm just human.

I'm a grandma!!!!! I'm a grandmaa!! OH, Lord! I'm a grandma!
Again, and again, and again and again!  Oh thank God, I'm
a grandma, I'm in love! I'm in love! Oh the joy, I'm in love!
Look at them, sweet as candy! Cute as buttons!  Such a handful!
My kids are grown! They work, they live, they have lives of their own.
I'm their mother.

I'm old, I'm old...oh Lord, I'm old.
I'm a human, I grow older, I can't stop it, I grow older.
I'm a wife, I'm a wife, with a husband who's grown older.
I'm his wife, his loving wife.  Lord don't take him. I can't bear it.
Give me years, many more years, to love him more and more.
I have time now, I can show him, that I love him, even more.

I'm a human, growing older, growing wiser, growing slower.
I'm a human, it's the cycle, please remember, it's the cycle.
When I leave you, please remember, I tried my hardest to be the best.
I'm just human, I may have failed you, but I tried to do much better.
Please remember, I'm so proud of ,the way you grew up, the life you're living.
Don't forget me, I'm your mother, and I love you, now and forever.

Fly

{I must say here that I know I'm not a poet, as you can easily see!  Not sure why my words are coming out this way.  Maybe our friend, Ricky L, inspired it!  He wrote a beautiful poem recently. Hmm..if that's the reason, then this phase will pass soon enough!!}}

Fly

Spread your wings and fly
Freely soaring through the sky
See how small the city is
Feel the lightness in your being

Troubles are so far away
Things that weighed you down today
Far behind you've left them now
You feel you're more alive somehow

Why should you sit in that old tree
Fretting o'er what used to be?
Leave it all behind, my friend
Get up, get out, old things must end!

You're not a hen destined to brood
in that old coop your whole life through
You're light and free, destined to be
above the fray where you can see

That life is more than pretty baubles
It's more than strife and petty squabbles
Life is meant to be fulfilling
God, in Spirit, you indwelling.

Freedom from the dark and dreary
Freedom from evil and fearing
You're FREE, you're FREE, you're FREE at last!
Soak up the sun, throw down that mask!

You are made so gloriously!
Your beauty truly Heaven sent
You're made in His own image, child
In your mother's womb alive

He knit you there and all will see
Not an accident, you were meant to be!
Free and happy, fulfilled, at peace,
His hands are holding you and me.

Fly high, fly far, fly free and see
All that God wants you to be.
Let go, feel the breeze, see the clouds
catch the wind
and fly.

From my friend, Gina Hodges' blog: Stuff I Think About

 Love it!!   +Gina Hodges  


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