Saturday, February 7, 2009

Mother Love

My dearest boy

Oh that my love could sprout wings 

It would fly to you now and hold you so tight

It would scoop you up and fly you far far away

To a time long ago when the moon was a cookie

and you were my love

alas my dear there are no wings

but my love is real it is strong

and if you look into your heart you will see it, feel it, know it

For you are my son, my precious one and I carry your love with me and you mine

7 comments:

Carol said...

This is so full of love. Tina I'm praying for you.

Much love,
Carol

Tina said...

thanks Carol, the battle is raging. We can use all the prayer support we can get.

James 5:16
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.

Liz said...

Beautiful. Prayers.

Gail W. said...

Tina, this is beautiful! It reminded me of when my oldest daughter was five years old - we were driving one night when there was a full moon. She wanted me to stop the car and lift her up so she could touch the moon. You and your "little man" are in my prayers.

L.L. Barkat said...

I love this phrase...

when the moon was a cookie.

Oh, the imaginings of childhood.

Heather said...

You guys are never far from my thoughts. Many prayers for you today.

Gail W. said...

Hi Tina! I just was thinking about you and your son today, thought I'd stop by and say hello. Hope you are enduring:)