Mothers - Some Children do Have ‘em!



Ray with parents
and sister Lois

                                                                                

Our daughter points the finger
at her mother!



                They 

                really

                 do!    

                                                                                              
                

                                                                                  

Some Children do Have ‘em!

Some children do ‘ave ‘em,

Mothers that is.

Well,

All have mothers, but

Some have mothers that are

            ‘Top of the morning’

And

‘Pick of the crop’…

And all that!

Some children do ‘ave ‘em,

Fathers that are

Glad that God gave them

Treasures in soiled nappies

            To nourish with love

Through

      Growing years …

And all that!

Some children do ‘ave ‘em

Mothers with an

Understanding of their

Youthful needs and fear

            Wiping their tears

With

       Tenderness …

            And all that!

Some children do ‘ave ‘em

Mothers who show

Pleasure to their offspring’s

Gifts and abilities

            Creating esteem

And

                Shaping dreams …

            And all that!

Some children do ‘ave ‘em

Parents who can

Value faithfulness

Esteem truthfulness

            Create stability

  by

                   Personal nobility …

            And all that! 

Raymond N. Hawkins 2012 (revised)

Mary the baby-who did have a
wonderful mother.  







Wearing the white flower for 
Mother's Day
But Mother took the photo!



     



                                                              



Ray on Monday - I Sit As Time Flows By.




Our first son. . . 

 



. . . he sleeps



Here I sit,

  Time flows by

     As though a stream.

I see it not

  Yet, it passes by.

     I care not.

I’m on duty.

  My grandchild sleeps

     Weary and worn out,

Wrapt in dreams,

   Renewal underway.

      Contentment I feel,

          Privileged,

  To sit beside him 

    As time flows by.



Our second son
with his first son



Memories arise,

  Years come back,

     Beside a bed I sit,

One of our children

  Sick or injured sleeps,

    Trusting eyes shuttered.

Snuggled under blankets

  Yet with untucked hand

     Firmly holding mine

Sleep’s therapy tasted,

  Parents concerns eased,

    Faith’s prayer a comfort.

We count it an honour

  To have sat there

     As time flowed by.



with first grandson



Once again I sit

  Beside a little one,

    And time trickles by.

When his eyes open

  Secure he’ll feel,

    Reassured.

With a smile,

  A big, big stretch,

    He’ll recognise me.

Refreshed he’ll be,

  Blessed I’ve been.

    So it’s worthwhile,

My point of view,

  To sit beside him

    As time flows by.

                              ©R.N.Hawkins 20/04/2012