The hardest thing a mother does is let her children go.
Let them sow their seeds of life and watch their own crop grow.
Sometimes they sow the wild oats as though they do not care.
While mother watches helplessly with pain that’s hard to bare.
The bible says cleave unto your spouse and let your children go.
But while He made us from your rib and made us love you so;
you must also realize those kids grew for months inside us.
So we would give our life for them without a muss or fuss.
The Lord searched for the little lost lamb. Mothers can do no more.
It isn’t that we favor the one, so siblings don’t get sore.
Some are given skill and talent while others need to be nourished.
Mothers must use His guiding light so all know they are cherished.
From the outside looking in we tend to be judge and jury.
Just remember that is “HIS” job. Ours is to love with fury.
Here’s my last post of Cowboy Poetry week. If you would like to purchase one of my poem books email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I haven’t gotten my book page up yet. Have been working on my house, horse and spending time with Mother.
Thanks for viewing.
Here’s my day 5 contribution to Cowboy Poetry Week. I sure miss riding the hills of the North Dakota Badlands. I much enjoyed our stint in the rough country on Trout Creek out of Ashwood Oregon but it was very hard on horses and fencing was a bear.
The poem describes a hillside in North Dakota but the picture is on a much higher hill in Oregon.