May 28, 2010

My Journey to God

Carla’s Poem for her Children

Some people have said that I am very strong.
They don’t understand how I go on.
I am just a mother.

I want to be around,
I can’t wait to see,
What my children grow up to be.
I am just a mother.

They are my strength and my hope.
Through the pain, for them I cope.
I am just a mother.

Each day gets harder, but I beg to be around,
The day my daughter puts on her wedding gown.
I am just her mother.

I still have things to teach my son.
Make me proud, protect your sister and still have fun.
I am just his mother.

You ask me how I endure and continue to fight,
Look at them—
Aren’t they a beautiful sight?
Yes, I am their mother!

By Carla J. Partin

(Carla J. Partin wrote this poem while battling cancer in 2005. She was 35 years old when she died in 2007. This poem was submitted for publication in her memory by her parents, Joe and Theresa Moorman, who are members of St. Michael Parish in Greenfield.)

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