Before this moment, I could only guess
hope and yearn but wonder at
great event I feared
Would not be mine.
I know the fullness of a Mother's heart ...
joy that cannot ever be expressed;
feeling that puts all else to shame
never could be anything but blessed.
I know how hours fly away,
While I (enchanted by your sleeping ways)
sit and gaze upon your tiny face
try to fantasize who's in your gaze.
I know how great the Artist's wondrous
be when entwined with likenesses of mine;
Those traces reaching for my family tree
God's traces, too, of me.
I know, dear mother (there from
you see this budding rose adored
every single pair of eyes that see ...
infant soul to guide and lead toward thee?
from the shores of Heaven can you watch?
mother, can you see
blessing God bestowed and blest abundantly
(Through little Kiley June) on me?
Joan Clifton Costner
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