All God's Children

Smoldering Fires,Clarence Holdbrook Carter, 1904-2000

Columbus Museum of Art

Magpie #64

My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
~Sharon Doubiago

Like a mother God holds us in His arms both protecting and preparing us for the fires of life we may face

yet like a small child we wander off too impatient to listen and wait

like an old man experience reaches out with the wealth of ware and wisdom within it's hands

yet like a capricious scarf in the wind we either take hold or drift off unaware of the lesson we had.

~I have always believed that you can take two different people, and give them the same experience,same mother, same sphere of influence, and same adversity, and one will choose to go with the flow and strive through the situation, and the other will kick scream and fight there way through causing themselves and those around them nothing but strife. ~

Somehow in my prompt I strayed away from the mother theme a bit, and went more with life, and choices, but I do want to take the time to observe  Mother's Day for all women, not just those that have given birth.  Having lost my mother at a young age, I can testify to the fact that most women have such a nurturing spirit regardless if they bear children or not.  Throughout the years I have had so many women I have known become a mother figure, and give support and guidance when it was needed in my life.  They have been a blessing and a force of hope in the empty places of my past.  So to them I say thank you, and to all women everywhere I want to say

Happy Mother's Day!