Orphans

The recent story in the headlines about the Mother who put her 7 year old adopted Russian son on a plane back to Russia has really disturbed me.

What a horribly story.

I judge not except that the lives that orphans lead is so sad and ridiculously unfair.

I found this poem today while doing research for some Mother's Day Jewelery...it made me think of all of the children that never feel the love of a mother.

It made me think of my own children and how much I Love each of them.

My Mother

Jane Taylor

1783-1824

Who fed me from her gentle breast

And hushed me in her arms to rest,

and on my cheek sweet kisses prest?

My mother

When sleep forsook my open eye,

who was it sung sweet lullaby

and rocked me that I should not cry?

My mother

Who sat and watched my infant head

When sleeping in my cradle bed,

and tears of sweet affection shed?

My mother

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye

and wept, for fear that I should die?

My mother

Who ran to help me when I fell

And would some pretty story tell,

or kiss the part to make me well?

My mother

Who taught my infant lips to pray,

to love God's hold word and day,

And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?

My mother

And I can ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to thee

Who wast so very kind to me,-

My mother

Oh no, the thought I cannot bear:

And if so God please my life to spare

I hope I shall reward thy care,

My mother

When thou art feeble, old an gray,

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,

'twill be my turn to watch thy bed,

and tears of sweet affection shed,-

My mother