How exciting! A brand new, made up, job well done!, poem style by my bloggy friend, Robin! Today we make history together. Robin made it; We’ll write it. It’ll be recorded in the halls of internet fame forever: Cuz you know, once you blog it you can’t take it back. 
I’ve chosen to write my Pensieve about Motherhood. A challenge since the poem utilizes each of the five senses. But I believe I can do it. Let’s see:
Proverbs 14:1 “The wise woman builds her house, But the foolish tears it down with her own hands.”
Motherhood
Envisioning each hope for her children as clearly as her own, a mother’s eyes unique alone
Laughing, sharing, correcting, teaching and guiding- a mother’s words imprinted on the hearts of the young
A mother’s hands doing double duty to discipline and comfort must never stop with the work to be done
No scented candle can compare with the fragrance of a baby’s embrace, a nuzzled neck at bedtime prayer, or the aroma of a wisely built home
The fruits of these labors sweet, a passion fruit unrivaled in all else of life.
Visit Robin @ Pensieve to see more! I can’t wait to see what everyone else wrote and I’m sure Robin can’t either. The above photo is of a statue by Charles Grafly at Wichita State.
Tags: motherhood, Poetry
