A Mother's Love - Poem

I wrote this poem shortly after my mother died on Australia Day 2011, whilst processing the over whelming emotions that hit me unexpectedly. I had had other people die in my life - but my mother's death hit especially hard, She was young and I was young, and still raising my very, young children. I still had so many questions I wanted to ask her...and now I had no one to ask them of. 

My daughter was only just 5. It hurts for both of us now that she has very little memory of her, yet my mother when she was alive, was always there for her. Always kind. Always helping out. Always talking, hugging her. Caring for her. Loving her. Yet my daughter still knows that my mother loved her deeply. Even with only a few, short years of time together, my mother's godly love towards her was written on her heart, like God designed it to be.

My husband's two biological grandmother's, both widows, loved me especially through this time. My own biological grandparents lived a whole state away in Sydney. I couldn't just go to them for wisdom easily. Mark's grandmothers were just around the corner...they blessed me so much. They loved me like their own. I loved them like my own. That is what family is. That's what happens when you marry into a family. The man and wife become one flesh. Our separate families are united through the marriage of a man and a woman. These elder women taught me to so much about motherhood and marriage. I thank God for the role they played in my life. God and maybe two other friends, only know how much that meant to me. My grandmothers were like a life line that was a solid foundation for me through the enormous emotional upheaval of grief I faced. Only one of these women is still alive now. She is still a wonderful woman. Little acts of kindness add up.

Since my mother died, I have found out that ethnically I am of jewish descent. It's not easy being a Christian jewish woman in Australia these days. There is a growing hatred towards us by strangers. I thank God for a mother's love. I thank God for my Grandmother's love. I thank God for His Salvation most of all.


I know my Mummy loves me 
This is what I know 
It’s not only in hugs and kisses 
That my mummy’s love is shown.

She shows me in the way she gets 
up early every morning 
to wash my clothes and make my food 
although the sun’s just dawning. 

I know my mummy loves me 
This is what I know 
It’s not only in games and stories 
That my mummy’s love is shown. 

She shows me in the way she cares 
for me each time I’m sick 
she strokes my hair and rubs my back 
so I recover quick 

I know my mummy loves me 
this is what I know 
it’s not only in jokes and tickles 
that my mummy’s love is shown. 

She shows me in the way she trains 
me to be kind and nice 
and to obey her word each time 
even when I do not like.  

I know my Mummy loves me
this is what I know
it’s not only in tears and cuddles
that my mummy’s love is shown.

She shows me in the way she prays 
for me each day and night 
and reads God’s word the Bible so 
she learns to love me right. 

I know my mummy loves me
 and this is what I know
 it’s in lots and lots of little things
that my mummy’s love is shown.

Author: Mrs Sharon J Stay

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