Our Baby Blessings adoption and infertility support | home
loss: Mother's Day sufferings
I wrote this --for my first Mother's Day after adopting:
My Mother's Day 2004
By: Sandra L. Wellens
April 26, 2004
Today is my special day
to celebrate being a new mother
I don't know if I should rejoice or be sad
It was a long uphill, rocky climb
A journey in which I should be glad.
Today is my special day
My triumph begins with you
For Without you there would be no joy
I thank God I'm
proud to call you my new baby boy.
Last year no one noticed the pain
Or that I avoided these celebrations
Unaware of how difficult it was for me
Last year I was a mother too
only my losses were not counted you see.
Today is my special day
to celebrate my being a mother
As the pain still is very near
Did you know I have more babies in heaven
Than this baby I hold right here.
Today is my special day
Although I try to show my joy
Be patient and understanding today
It's all still so very new to me
Next year will be easier I hope and pray.
Today is my special day
I day to celebrate my being a mother
I pray for all my childless friends' dream to come true
Who have dealt with loss or still desire a child
That they may someday celebrate with me too.
Happy Mother's Day to those who are normally forgotten.
*****************
(by Jody Seilhiemer.) found online -see bottom for author's note.
Used with permission from author.
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother, as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.
I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way, to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored, and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do; to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.
Note from the Author:
My name is Jody Seilhiemer, and I lost my only child three years ago in a car accident. I wrote this poem as I faced my first year as a childless mother.
|