I love the "
Chicken Soup for the Soul" books and have quite a few of them. One of my favorites is the one for mothers and daughters. I was thumbing through it the other day and came across this poem I thought I'd share. Hope you like it as much as I do.
A Mother Listens
They are so small and fragile, you are afraid you will
not hear~
you lay awake and...listen.
They are little and just in the next room, suddenly it
is very quiet~
you go to the doorway and...listen.
They are bigger and have much to tell you about
their day~
you are busy and very tired but you make the time
and...listen.
They are a little bigger and so secretive, they do not
say much anymore~
you must find different ways to...listen.
They are teenagers and talk a strange new language~
you try hard to hear without commenting and
just...listen.
They are growing up, all at once they know it all~
it's best to let them think so
and...listen.
They are becoming adults, they want to talk and ask
your advice~
there might be things you do not want to hear, but
you...listen.
They grow up and go away~
you hate the silence, the phone rings, you can't
wait to...listen.
They come to visit with their kids, all demanding
your ears at once~
someone shouts "be quiet!", no it's all right, it's so
wonderful to...listen.
They get older, you get old, they speak loud as if you
are deaf~
it's okay, you nod your head and...listen.
You pass on, and when they pray, they do not ask
for God~
they need to talk to you, God is gracious, and once
again He lets you...listen.
~Carolee Hudgins~
Make it a beautiful day and...listen! ♥Hugs♥