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What makes a mother

(Jennifer Wasik)

I thought of you and closed my eyes

And prayed to god today.

I asked what makes a mother

And I know I heard him say.

A mother has a baby

This we know is true.

But God can you be a mother

When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can. He replied

With confidence in His voice

I give many woman babies

When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime

And others for a day.

And some I send to feel your womb

But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this, God

I want my baby here.

He took a breath and cleared his throat

And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you

What your child is doing today.

If you could see your child smile

With other children and say,

"We go to earth and learn our lessons

Of love and life and fear.

My Mommy loved me oh so much

I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mom

Who had so much love for me

I learned my lesson very quickly,

My Mommy set me free.

I miss my Mommy oh so much

But I visit her each day.

When she goes to sleep at night

On her pillow's where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek

And whisper in her ear

" Mommy don't be sad today,

I'm your baby and I'm here."

So you see my dear sweet one

Your children are okay.

Your babies are here in MY home

And this is where they'll stay.

They'll wait for you with me

Untill your lesson is through

And on the day that you come home

They'll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a mother

It's the feeling in you heart

It's the love you had so much of

Right from the very start.

 







Men Do Cry

(Ken falk)

I heard quite often "Men don't cry"

Though no one ever told me why.

So when I fell and skinned a knee

No one came by to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school

Would pull a prank so mean and cruel

I'd quickly learn to turn and quip

"It doesn't hurt" and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years

I learned to stifle any tears.

Though "Be a big boy" it began

Quite soon I learned to "Be a man."

And I could play that stoic role

While storm and tempest wracked my soul.

No pain nor setback could there be

Could wrest one single tear for me.

Then one long night I stood nearby

And helplessly watched my son die.

And quickly found to my surprise

That all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame

I cannot play that big boy game.

And openly without remorse

I let my sorrow take its course.

So those of you who can't abide

A man you've seen that's often cried

Reach out to him with all your heart

As one whose life's been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see

Their loss of immortality.

And tears will come in endless streams

When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

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