Mother’s Day Poem About All My Babies

I remember as a child in school

Through every stage and every rule,

Awaiting the next step life would bring,

Ever ready to spread my wing;

From middle school waiting to go to high,

Hoping the school years soon would fly,

Awaiting graduation’s diploma

And feeling as if in a coma;

Then finally reaching college age,

And making my way through that life stage;

While there, locating that special man

Who became the object of my next plan.

Away with the teens and on past twenty,

Life offered opportunity plenty.

Love was bountiful, as little wife

Enjoyed the newest stage of life;

But soon burned that maternal fire,

And strong was life’s newest desire,

That the Lord would someday maybe

Bless us with a precious baby

To train and love and teach and guide

And ever enjoy so close beside.

Now several times the Lord has blessed

With precious baby at my breast,

But now the years are flying by –

No more time to sit and sigh

And hope for life’s next stage to appear,

For this moment now is very dear.

I sit with baby in my arm

And contemplate with much alarm

That this stage is passing all too soon;

Before I know it, it will be June

To mark eight years since our wedding morn

And seven since our first was born,

She entered this world, then quickly passed

Into eternity all too fast;

And soon came another lovely child,

Who now at five is sometimes wild;

Along with boys, three and one,

Whose baby years are almost done.

And now, finally, a baby girl –

Another jewel for my string of pearls.
All are precious, and now my prayer:

“Lord, you’ve put them in my care.

And I love them, every one

Through trials hard and times so fun

I dedicate their lives to Thee

And beg of you on bended knee

That fruitful lives will end my story

And that they’ll always bring You glory.”