Mother’s Day Poem

While you weren’t sleeping
By Naomi Inman M.A.
A fulfilled and working mom in Portland, OR

While you weren’t sleeping a heart was mended, a fever tended, a tummy ache ended.
While you weren’t sleeping.

While you weren’t sleeping, a baby grew into a boy, and a boy into a man who entered the world stage feeling loved, accepted and valuable.
And he passed it on because of you.
While you weren’t sleeping.

While you weren’t sleeping, a pink hair band grew into ribbons and curls. A baby grew into a girl, and a girl looked up and wanted to be “just like mommy.’ Then she became a mommy, as strong and sure and safe as her own…
While you weren’t sleeping.

So don’t lose sleep, over losing sleep.
Because lives were given meaning, children did their dreaming, husbands did their leaning–on you, sweet mother–while you weren’t sleeping.

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