A Mother's Love

 

“A Mother’s Love”

By: Marsha D. L. Kelley

His small hand in hers; his eyes looking up;

One loose tear trickles down his mother’s cheek.

Children on the playground as he looks all around

And the sounding of the bell sends them all on their way.

She stands there watching ‘til they are all gone

And slowly turns for that short walk home.

Is it love, is it the love of a mother for her son?

Watching him grow and as only a mother knows;

Today is the beginning of a new life for him.

Tears of pride streaming down, for no fear had he shown;

Leaving him on his first day of school; now she feels so all alone.

She sits wondering how life went by so fast;

One day he’s so small, the next so tall.

Six foot two he proudly stands; he grew into such a fine man.

Where did the time go; the time that once was hers?

Now he is grown, and she is on her own.

Is it love, is it the love of a mother for her son?

Watching him grow and as only a mother knows;

Today is the beginning of a new life for him.

Tears of pride streaming down, for no fear had he shown

With his bride close to his side, but now she feels so all alone.

On this day, the day Liberty cried,

Thousands of innocent civilians died.

Her son is called up, and overseas he flies,

To defend America and all that she stands for.

The sad news comes from a messenger in blue;

Freedom has claimed another for her cause.

Is it love, the love of her mother for her son?

Watching him grow and as only a mother knows;

Today is the beginning of a new life for him.

Tears of pride streaming down, for no fear had he shown.

She always knew a hero he was, but now she feels so all alone.

A cold, fall morning, people standing all around;

An American flag covers the coffin beneath.

She falls to her knees unable to bear her greatest loss.

Pressing her head against the cold coffin lid as she begs of God;

Forgive a foolish mother for her love of her son;

She joins her only child, never to part from him again.

Is it love, is it the love of a mother for her son?

Watching him grow and as only a mother knows;

Today is the beginning of a new life for him.

Tears of pride streaming down, for no fear had he shown;

Her soul joins his in heaven, never again to be alone.

Broken Chains

 “Broken Chains”

By: Marsha D. L. Kelley

From parent to child the tradition is passed,

To spring upon another innocent generation.

Emotionally, mentally, and physically they suffer,

As the pain of abuse is shared without hesitation.

The search goes on from dawn until dusk,

For words of loving praise that will never come.

Trusting hearts of youth now age as shattered lives,

While the harshness of love can never be undone.

Fear guides the children through endless days,

As they struggle to do what they feel is right.

Keeping their terrible secret hidden deep inside,

Hoping for peace as they sleep into the night.

A quick thrash of pain can strike them down,

Regardless of how hard to please they try.

Always in doubt of what they have done,

They slink out of sight as they hide to cry.

Deep within their eyes the pain lives on,

Showing the scars of their hearts and minds.

Ruled by insecurity as anger marks them forever,

Passing on the horror of their parents’ crimes.

Children in desperate need of their parents’ love,

The love that is never seen until they are grown.

Too late to stop the old tradition from being passed on,

To each of their children they now call their own.

Within themselves they seek the truth of life,

For all they suffered and could not understand.

This is only a start in healing a shattered world,

That was dealt to them by their parents’ hands.

Focusing on the way they wished life had been,

Before their innocence was crippled with pain.

Unconditional love is the most important key,

To becoming the final link in a broken chain.

Lift Me Up

 “Lift Me Up”

By: Marsha D. L. Kelley

Lift me up to the stars.

Take my heart, my soul, my mind.

Give me strength to face my fears.

Oh, Lord - I need you.

So, lift me up into your arms.

Keep me close in Thy care.

Help me know your tender love,

and make me worthy of his blood.

Days are hard; nights are long.

Left all alone with my pain

Peace is lost without your love.

Oh, Lord - I need you.

So, lift me up into your arms.

Keep me close in Thy care.

Help me know your tender love,

and make me worthy of his blood.

Tomorrow will come and call on me.

Angels will sing for all to hear.

Heaven’s gates will open wide.

Oh, Lord - Take me Home.

So, lift me up into your arms.

Keep me close in Thy care.

Help me know your tender love,

and make me worthy of his blood.