A Mother’s Reflection

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I may have never held you in my arms as an infant,
welcoming you into the world through sweat and tears.

But I have held you in my heart like a precious being.
A whisper of love.

I may have not been there to celebrate your first words,
your first steps or your first birthday.

But I have held you in my heart as we celebrated together.

I may not have been there for many
of your very early years…

I can honestly say this now as a mother.
I have loved you since I first held you in my arms.

When I first welcomed you into my world as you welcomed me.
I have loved you for the first of our life together and always.

Thank you for the firsts you have shared with me,
both your sorrows and your triumphs.

I love you very dearly and am blessed too by your love.
As your ‘bonus’ mama.

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2005 Photo my two ‘bonus’ sons “Grinning in the Rain!”

I wrote this poem for my two bonus son’s who daily teach me to love…especially the things in life we don’t always understand or want too.

This poem is also written for those of us who have had the honour of being a mom without the stretch marks to prove it! 

Enjoy celebrating the wonder of being a mother! – Te’

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Sacred Mother

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We are blessed with what I believe is one of the most important roles on earth…being a mother.

To cherish and love
To nurture and protect
To teach and guide
To honor

Above all to encourage our children to grow up to be themselves.

As a mother we are bestowed with a precious gift.
Especially during challenges.

We as mother’s must remember what our role is…
Always to love.

Smile and listen
Radiate joy through our eyes
Laugh with pure delight

May you honour this sacred role of being a Mother.

©2016 Te’ Werner

©Photo Te’s bonus son’s

Some of us by choice or circumstance have not be able to give birth in this lifetime. However, what I am speaking of is those children placed in our life…to hold sacred.

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My Mother’s Hands

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May you cherish the hands that have strengthened you. – Te’

As I was writing one morning I found myself wondering when my mother’s strong hands had become like my own.

My pen gave way to this poem about my mothers hands and what they mean to me.
In honour of my mama and our hands…I share this tribute with you.

My Mother’s Hands

Hands that hold our family together.
Hands that express love and beauty.
Hands that make one feel safe.
Hands that stroke brows to ease worry and pain.
Hands that sew, mend and iron clothes.
Hands that knead dough and bake cookies.
Hands that prune roses and plant flowers.
Hands that write words of encouragement and belief.
Hands that gather wood and build fires.
Hands that rub sore muscles and heal.
Hands that create and wrap gifts.

Honest hands. Giving hands.
Scarred hands. Working hands.
Praying hands.

Hands that have held hope and longing.
Hands that have nestled soft babies and grandson’s.
Hands that have wiped tears and caressed cheeks.
Hands that have clutched heartache and loss.
Hands that have flipped burgers, canned and cooked many meals.
Hands that have worked the soil, fed animals and seeded fields.
Hands that have hung IV bags and passed instruments.
Hands that have made beds and pulled up our covers.
Hands that have strewn popcorn and decorated trees.
Hands that have washed, brushed and curled hair.
Hands that have soothed many souls.

Strong hands. Loving hands.
Holding unto dreams and faith.

A blessing to behold the gift of my mother’s hands

©2016 Te’ Werner

©Photo Te’ & Her Mother’s Hands

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Somewhere

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Somewhere
a mother grieves the loss of her precious son.
For the words left unspoken.

Somewhere
families grieve for sons they will never hold again.
For the un-lived future these sons will never know.

Somewhere
our community ‘here’ grieves and blesses our sons.
For the love that they will always be to us.

©2016 Te’ Werner
Excerpt from CAPTURED MOMENTS

©2016 Photo Te’ at “Lucy’s Pointe” Along the River’s Edge

Our son lost two of his fellow high school friends this week. One day after the other.

One took his last breath unexpectedly in the hallway during school. The next evening the other took his life deliberately.

Somewhere our grief finds us ‘sharing sorrow’ for…These sons. These friends. These souls.

 

 

 

 

A Mother’s Reflection

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I may have never held you in my arms as an infant,
welcoming you into the world through sweat and tears.

But I have held you in my heart like a precious being.
A whisper of love.

I may have not been there to celebrate your first words,
your first steps or your first birthday.

But I have held you in my heart as we celebrated together.

I may not have been there for many
of your very early years…

I can honestly say this now as a mother.
I have loved you since I first held you in my arms.

When I first welcomed you into my world as you welcomed me.
I have loved you for the first of our life together and always.

Thank you for the firsts you have shared with me,
both your sorrows and your triumphs.

I love you very dearly and am blessed too by your love.
As your ‘bonus’ mama.

©2015 Te’ Werner

©2005 Photo my two ‘bonus’ sons “Grinning in the Rain!”

 

My Mother’s Hands

“Te’ Werner writes a beautiful piece of poetry honoring her mother and cherishing the beauty of her mother’s hands. A simple fact exists. We are all here because of a very special woman, our mother. Without a mother, none of us would have taken our first breath or that wobbly first step. Mothers around the world, we thank you for all that we have become.”  – Women For One

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When had my own hands began to look like my mother’s?

Ever since I fell last autumn and injured my “writing” hand,
I have felt a deep gratitude for my hands. 

The ability to grasp anything in reach…
The realization to let go and create anew. To Triumph!

As I was writing one morning I found myself wondering when my mother’s strong hands had become like my own.

My pen gave way to this poem about my mothers hands and what they mean to me.
I had the privilege of reading it to her on her birthday this past March.

In honour of my mother and our hands I share this tribute with you.
May you cherish the hands that have strengthened you. – Te’

My Mother’s Hands

Hands that hold our family together.
Hands that express love and beauty.
Hands that make one feel safe.
Hands that stroke brows to ease worry and pain.
Hands that sew, mend and iron clothes.
Hands that knead dough and bake cookies.
Hands that prune roses and plant flowers.
Hands that write words of encouragement and belief.
Hands that gather wood and build fires.
Hands that rub sore muscles and heal.
Hands that create and wrap gifts.

Honest hands. Giving hands.
Scarred hands. Working hands.
Praying hands.

Hands that have held hope and longing.
Hands that have nestled soft babies and grandson’s.
Hands that have wiped tears and caressed cheeks.
Hands that have clutched heartache and loss.
Hands that have flipped burgers, canned and cooked many meals.
Hands that have worked the soil, fed animals and seeded fields.
Hands that have hung IV bags and passed instruments.
Hands that have made beds and pulled up our covers.
Hands that have strewn popcorn and decorated trees.
Hands that have washed, brushed and curled hair.
Hands that have soothed many souls.

Strong hands. Loving hands.
Holding unto dreams and faith.

A blessing to behold the gift of my mother’s hands

©2015 Te’ Werner
Excerpted from “My Mother’s Hands” From the upcoming book of Soul Poetry: CAPTURED MOMENTS

Photo ©Alan Kowalski: Te’ & Her Mother’s Hands: Walla Walla, Washington

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Sacred Mother

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Honour sacredness of being a mother…

You are blessed with what I believe as one of the most important roles on earth.
Being a mother.

Not all of us have this role or desire in this lifetime by choice or circumstance.

What I am speaking of is those children or child placed in your life…

To cherish and love
To nurture and protect
To teach and guide
To honor

Above all to be an example for how you hope they grow up to be.

As a mother you are bestowed with a precious gift.
Especially during challenges.

We as mother’s must remember what our role is…
Always to love.

Smile at your child. Teenager. Young adult.
Radiate love through your eyes.
Laugh with pure delight.

May you honour this sacred role of being a Mother.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’s “Gerbera Daisy’s”

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