My Reflections

Tour Day 980. Mom

Written by Winston Faircloth | 5/9/26 4:00 AM

 

A poem for those women in our lives, by birth and by choice, who restore and nurture.

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There are special women

Who notice the hurting and weak

She who uplifts with encouraging

Words that heal, whenever she speaks.

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All come into the world with one

Yet, many others carry this role

Forever we honor and love

Hearts that speak mercy to our soul.

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It is so easy to overlook, dismiss

Her quiet, steady contributions

Molding, shaping us forevermore

Without the help of many institutions.

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Her virtues, her grace

A healing example to all

An earthly reflection of Christ’s

Unconditional love, her timeless call.

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In these times of chaos and harm

Let’s uphold her example, a balm

Celebrating women everywhere

By birth or choice, our beloved

Mom.

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