Eve the first mother, with her charm and carefree nature,
Was supernaturally put together, by the hand our divine Master.
She was a special gift, handed over to Adam in marriage,
To be by his side in the garden, as they ride in their golden carriage.
Her renowned beauty and ability to love,
Reflected the appearance of an innocent dove,
Her sweet voice and gentleness,
Was a contribution to her husband's great happiness.
This high spirited gutsy woman, was free to wander at her will,
She sauntered up and down the garden, gathering her baskets of daffodils,
Lavender was one of her favorites, with its beautiful aroma,
Roses were her best collections, during her days of fiesta.
She roamed up and down the meadows,
Interacting with nature and its echoing bellows.
Songs of praises were her daily delight,
Music filled her soul as she took her daily flight.
To her surprise, she encountered an enemy she never met,
Who watched and observed her joyous peaceful mindset,
His jealousy couldn't allow him to leave her alone,
So he intercepted her joyful life, with a deceptive tone.
He made the truth looked like a perfect lie,
When he twisted it, and used her as his decoy.
He thwarted her with great viciousness,
She was pathetically blinded with temporal foolishness.
Our mother stood like a mighty tower under the circumstances,
Then shared her adventure with our father, taking deadly chances,
She dominated her partner, during their malicious rebellion,
Smothering him with love, and gentle affection.
She faced the enemy, when He came knocking on the door,
While her partner remained silent, pacing the floor,
She was left alone, to make a choice against the Master's will,
That should not have been, if Adam was only standing still.
So she lost her power, and gained the pain of childbearing,
Which is one of the bi products, she excessively ended up sharing,
But the bundle of joy, which began with the first conception,
Continued on a journey, with a mother and a child's correlation.
The enemy's evil intention, God changed around for our good,
Through the love of Jesus, and His redeeming blood,
Now we have renewed hope, to stand with integrity,
And graciously lead our families, with truth and dignity.
As women, some major choices are often left to us,
While taking care of the home, even while the husbands fuss.
We have the capacity to love, as God's holy receptacles,
Where seeds are planted, for most nine month cycles.
These seeds become an integral part of our daily lives,
While they develop into beings much to our surprise,
We carry them, sometimes not knowing whether it's a girl or a boy,
But at last, through all the pain, we welcome the bundle of joy.
We cuddle our children, and pinch their nose,
And play with their tummies, as they wiggle their toes.
We patch their bruises, and carefully watch them every day,
While they run around with others, and joyfully play.
We make sacrifices, to give them joy and happiness,
Even when we are overwhelmed, with pain and bitterness,
We love them far beyond any description,
Sometimes, they do not even have the slightest notion.
So mothers dear, proudly stand with faith and maximum tenacity,
And be the instrument of love, peace and humility,
Do not forget, great faith unselfishly reaches out to each other,
And bind birds of one feather, as they flock together.
June Morton, a retired Bookkeeper, who enjoy sharing inspirational thoughts with others