For the Love of a Mother ... Especially Mine | Eastern NC Now

    Publisher's note: Please join me in welcoming Author Michele Rhem, who presents us with her poignant memoirs of the Rabbit Patch, where her diaries weave tales of a simpler, expressive life lost to many, but gathered together in her most familiar environs - the Rabbit Patch.

    In the "sweetest month" called May, we celebrate our Mothers' day.

    Surely, the first gift from above, is the gift of a mothers' love,

    for at the moment of our birth, the love of our mother, proclaims our worth.

    She holds our hand in the tender years and wipes away childhoods' tears-

    then shows us how to face our fears.

    Oh, mothers are a curious lot, for they love gifts of sticks and rocks, and will keep them in a little box,

    along with feathers and four leaf clovers, and ever so often, will look them over, after all . . . she is a mother.

    And when her child is almost grown and pulls away, her heart will moan-

    but mothers know of ebbing tides . . ,.and while she waits, her love abides.

    When she tends an empty nest, a mother remembers what she loves best.

    and will look in her little box, now faded like her silver locks

    So when our journey, seems, all uphill . . . and we make mistakes, as we sometimes will- and we wonder how God can love us still . . . .

    We need not wonder one step further . . .

    God showed us how, when He gave us a mother.