Mother's Day

Somehow, I've never yet "loved" Mother's Day - that is, until I put my mind to it....
This poem is my attempt to remind myself what I'm sure my Heavenly Father has been trying to get through to me (and all of His daughters) throughout this mortal attempt.

She had come to feel so small
As she lived throughout her days.
She felt she was invisible
In Heavenly Father's gaze.
She had tried to do it right
But, felt that she had failed
Thinking she was drifting
On life's sea without a sail.
She often would evaluate
Her worth as second rate
Feeling almost hopeless
Believing it was too late.
She was reading from a text
Written by the hand of man
It lacked the truth once written
On life's pages by God's hand.
So many years she faltered
To believe her destiny
A cherished daughter to her Father
She'd forgotten just to see.
For to feel so unimportant
Is to listen to a lie
Every daughter here is cherished----
Here on earth she'll learn to fly...........
For if she decides to listen
To the adversary here
She may not hear God's whisper
"You're enough . . . . " within her ear.....
Shanna C. Hugie