Today is your birthday...
and I love you. I want to speak your love language so that you really 'hear' it. I'd love to get you a really heartfelt, perfect gift but as Peter spoke in Acts so say I, "Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you." I have my words & my photos and so I am giving you a poem for your birthday...to show you that you mean a lot to me and that I love you and that I like you.
All moms start out as little girls
With mommies of their own.
Quick to leave those moms behind
But not the seeds they've sown.
A woman's heart is full of seeds
Planted by her mother.
Yet when the fruit is full & ripe
They are harvested by another.
Mom looks at all the mistakes she's made
And she prays the fruit is good.
She wants her girl to realize
And that little girl who's all grown up
Longs for Mom to see
That the most fertile seeds she planted there
Have grown into a tree
The tree of goodness, faith & love
Is rooted deep inside her
To choke out all the grass & weeds
That battle to misguide her.
A Mother's love; the Love of Christ
That of sacrifice & care.
A daughter's love; what's to be said?
The two do not compare.
But when daughter becomes mother
Those seeds drop from the tree
And then that love is passed again
Mom's greatest legacy.
-By Gina 3/23/10
Happy Birthday, Mommy! I love you! Thanks for giving so much of yourself for me and planting good seeds in me so that I could grow to plant good seeds in my children. You're special to me. I hope you hear my heart.