An Ode to Mother, by Jerry Eicher

An Ode to Mother
She brought him home in blankets tight.
Her child.
They measured him in pounds and ounces,
But she cast him up in hopes and dreams.
In worth of souls,
in lives unlived as yet in hers and his.
She was a mother.
She wondered much at such perfection found.
Such joy, such love expressed,
Proceeding from herself and back again
From her he came.
From her desires.
With all her confidence wrapped up in this,
That life could live.
That she could be a mother.
That more could be than what had been.
That days ahead could be more blessed,
That she could give what was not there.
This bundle wrapped in human form.
Held by her arms that empty were,
Now filled with more than flesh and bone.
She was a mother.
She looked on him, a soul with arms outstretched,
So little now, but soon full grown.
She knew that days would fly, though hours crept along.
She knew that she would never be the same,
Nor would he.
With her, his mother.
She knew what once had been was swallowed up,
By vastness, greatness held in arms of love.
She knew her heart had changed,
Had grown far beyond what she had seen.
She looked into his face and knew.
She pondered long the thought, the pain.
She was his mother.

Jerry Eicher taught for two terms in Amish and Mennonite schools in Ohio and Illinois. He writes of his experience growing up Amish in his memoir My Amish Childhood. Jerry has been involved in church renewal, preaching, and teaching Bible studies. He lives with his wife, Tina, and their four children in Virginia.

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