Momma made this Joy

I heard said once that "Mother is the name for God, on the lips and hearts of all children". Such a pure example of unconditional love. It was in that love that they would learn the ways of kindness, gentleness, tenderness, forgiveness.
She has little eyes look at her everyday. Those eyes are sometimes crying when a nap is desperately needed, yet sometimes smeared with purple when she has gotten into momma's make up. Yellow curls filled with life as they run bare footed almost everywhere they go. Momma made this joy.
She has hair that matches her eyes, as dark as chocolate yet shimmers even in dim light. It could be the light that causes the effect but we know different. The shimmer is a combination of two parts beauty and two parts giving. She is soft when she speaks and loves to create. She wants to care for others the way her momma has shown her. Momma made this joy.
He is a constant reminder of his daddy, unsure of friends, unsure of his way, unsure everyday. He picks and prods at his sisters and want so much to run and play. One thing he is certain of, there is always softness in the arms of his momma where he can run anytime he wants. Momma made this joy.

On a day like this we remember. She is the reason. Happy Mothers Day Momma.