Mothers Day

Mothers Day

The Worlds First Doctor Was A Mother. Drying Eyes And Consoling While Holding Her Patient And Diagnosing With An All Knowing Attention And Prescribing Affection In Small Doses Of Kisses And Hugs. There Was No Bump Or Scrape That Could Escape The Medicinal Magic Of Her Maternal Love. Now As We Venture Beyond The Swings And Monkey Bars, The Cuts That Would Once Bleed Have Scarred And The Tears Of Adolescence Have Lessened With Each New Lesson Life Has Taught. With Every Illness We Had Caught, Her Eyes Would Swell With Kind Concern As If She Were Wishing For The Return Of My Perfect Health. Well Except For That One Time We Caught Mono And We All Know The First Words Out Of Her Mouth Were “Who Have You Been Kissing!?!” Fractures Evolved From Hairline To Flat Line As Broken Hearts Shattered Into Shards Of Regret And Doubt And Without Hesitation She Began The Application Of Innately Benevolent Bandages And Splints And Even Though Our Hearts Were Cracked And Split, It Wasn’t Long Before Each Piece Was Placed Right Back Where It Belonged Because No Matter What Problems Another’s Love Could Cause There’s No Problem A Mothers Love Couldn’t Solve. She Taught Us That Failure Is Inconsequential Then Lead Us To A Mirror And Stood Us Face To Face With Potential. Reminding Us That Even Though Our Dreams Are Like A Fruit At Hands Grasp Waiting To Be Picked And Peeled To Still Reel For The Constellations. She Nurtured Our Imaginations And Taught Us That Life Is More Than Living. Wanting, Yearning, Wishing, Are All A Part Of Being And Seeing Isn’t Believing But Rather Hoping Is Knowing. So We Leap Faithfully Into Her Arms Because We Know She Will Always Catch Us. Every Encouraging Thing She May Say Could Be Considered Cliché If Not For The Pride She Displayed At The Very Mention Of Our Success. So Today We Pay Tribute To You. The Smile Who Lit And Shined Through Our Darkest Times And Help To Guide Us Through It. The Voice That Still Whispers, “You Can Do It”. The Curator Who Collected And Stored Every Poorly Drawn Picture We Posted On The Refrigerator Door. The Author Who Graced The Face Of Our Very First Page With “Once Upon A Time”. The Artist Who’s Ideals And Views Painted A Portrait In Vivid Hues Of The World And All That’s Best In It. So Let Our Words Stand As Testament. Before The Day Moves On Allow Me To Say… “I Love You Mom.”

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/12/13