Beds made by Mothers

Sheets pulled straight

From the bottom to the top

In the pillows

In the covers

Layers and layers of

Love

Enfolded

In the gentle goodnight hug

Of a bed made

By a Mother

*our youngest son is home for a week. We raised independent little buggers – they left home as soon as they were able

He is between houses

Signs a new lease on Friday

Four nights at home

Lovely

I convinced myself when they left

That this is what success as a parent looks like

Independent

Brave

Confident young men

But God I missed them so much at first

Anyway

I was making his bed yesterday in preparation for the visit, and as I went about the task I was filled with so many

Memories of the boy he was

Admiration for the man he had become

So much love

As I smoothed and patted bedding into place

I realised perhaps this – this love and attention and focus

Is what made my bed – when Mum made it up for me to come and stay

So very

Very

Comfortable.

It probably was

My Mother did everything with love

And you could feel it.

I miss her.

It’s a wonderful thing to climb into a bed that a Mother has made.

If you still can sometimes

Appreciate it

9 thoughts on “Beds made by Mothers

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s