Mothers Day May 12, 2013

“An On-Looking Mother”

By Elder Chantz Hamblin Davis

Philippines Naga Mission

I heard once a man’s success depends largely on his mother,

And if that’s the case the future looks bright for me and my older brother.

Mothers always seem to be there, especially in our moments of crisis

And no matter what the issue is, mothers always handle it the nicest.

“Mom” generally is the first kids us kids learn to say,

And from babe until adult we learn from her every day.

They’re classified as “worriers” and it’s probably good that they are

Cuz, you never know what us boys’ll do when we’re 17 with the keys to the car.

“I’m not doing my job if I’m not worrying” was ever quoted by my mother

And she still worries about me every day in some way or another

Of all the many attributes all mothers tend to master

I think the best of all is they know how to help when we’re in our biggest disaster

When we need a note, forgot our lunch, and our socks we cannot find

Mom goes to the spot we just looked and finds it as though you were blind.

Selfless and caring with the heart of a angel sons should never break

They live in service every day and we love’em for the food they make

They care about us so much but we too truly love them in return

We want to be the best of sons and, of course, it’s Christ from whom we learn.

So I’ve sat down to write a poem Mom and it’s taken a transfer of two

It’s hard to get the right words but here’s what’s come to view

In those last anguishing moments that finished His earthly ministry

While hanging on the cross after his suffering in Gethsemane

The Savior gave one final plea, a last request, before he went above

Ensuring the care take of his mother to the “Apostle that He loved”

Yes before he whispered it is finished to show his work was done

His thoughts were moved to His on looking mother, “Woman behold thy son.”

From the lowly manger of His miraculous birth

To the lifted cross when his soul left this earth

The mother of the Son of God had an essential role to play

I’ve tried to ponder from the manger to the cross, what did Mary say

I wonder while still in swaddling clothes what lullabies she whispered to her child’s ears

I wonder while He bore His cross what flashbacks she saw as she watched through transparent tears

I stand with so many other sons who can’t thank our mothers enough

For helping us out, and cheering us on, when we feel our situations rough

How special the bond is that Mothers and Sons will always possess

To us sons our mothers are our angels and no one will convince us of less

So from half way around the world I hope the poem to Mom will reach

With all the thankfulness a son’s heart can’t translate to speech

I hope she knows that I’m thankful I’ve always had an on-looking mother.

But of all the things I hope she knows, this trumps all, I’m thankful and I love her.