My Mother loves it when I write poetry. She loves it even more when it’s for her. The best part of this entire post is how it’s a surprise for her. She has no idea I’m posting this, and I’m pretty sure she will love how it’s out for the world to see and hers.
Mother has been walking through an especially hard time for the last few years. I won’t spell it out here, but know that the list is long, hard, and enough to leave any sane person on the floor crying out to God asking why.
As the oldest daughter, I don’t just see it, I feel it. And sometimes, like my Mother, I just need to know good wins, joy comes, God grants rest, and He doesn’t leave us alone.
So, Mom, these words are for you. Dawn is coming.
Written By Keviana Elliot