My Dearest Mother.

Happy Mother's Day.

This is for you Mom.

This is the best feeling in the world.  All my children laughing together.  You know how Olivia's sounds.

Had to throw the pic of Izzie in.  She was wanting to get her picture taken too.

Always my baby, Olivia.  Her laugh is priceless.

My best Mother's Day gift ever, Soren. His hugs are extra special. 

My beautiful Ella.  "You don't know your beautiful."  1D

Mrs. Anna Horan, with a wicked sense of humor and beauty to knock to boys down.

Mom, this is the hardest for me to grasp.  My first born is almost an adult.  It's ironic because I always thought him too wise for his years.  I'm so thankful I have him.

I'm the luckiest of Mother's to have such amazing kids.

Of course I have him to help me out!  He's given me the opportunity to be a stay at home Mom and be with the kids.

I don't know where to start, I have so many thoughts and emotions running through my mind and heart.  I know that your not going to be with us much longer.  I spend my days thinking of what you mean to me, what you have taught me and what I mean to you. 

My childhood memories are filled with hugs and kisses from you.  I loved it when you would hold my hand, and I still do.  Your hands where always so strong and tan from spending your days working in the yard and with your animals.  Strong hands that would sew my wedding dress, complaining because your rough skin would snag the fabric.  While I was with you in April, I sat and held your hand knowing it could be the last time I did that.  Your hands have changed.  Soft and scarred, but they still tell me that your my Mother.

You have given me direction and guidance in becoming the Mother I am today.  My children are my everything.  I know one day I will have to let them go, just as you have done with your children.  Loving them and worrying never goes away.  I realize that now as my children grow up.  

I know I have hurt you with the decisions I have made in the last several years.  We have different beliefs, different opinions on many things.  Just know that I am the happiest emotionally I have ever been.  I'm finally confident on who I am and what I believe in.  I still look to you for guidance and will do so even when you're gone. Your example and your life experiences will give me the answerer's when I need them.

I'm so sad this Mother's Day.  I'm not with you.  I know you're sad also, but trying to show people how strong you are.  It's OK to be sad.  I don't know how to express what I feel in my heart.  I know when I'm out working in the yard, every flower reminds me of you.   You taught me such love for nature, animals, poetry and crafts.

I truly wish you a happy Mother's day.  I couldn't ask for a more wonderful Mother.  I know your crying today.  I'm crying with you.  Feel my love for you.
I love you,
-Emily

Her Hands

© Maggie Pittman

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

Source: Her Hands, Mother Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/her-hands#ixzz2T3lvOb5c 
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