The Tree of Life

 

ON A PEDESTAL

Once upon a time many moons ago

A precious little gem

 Named Kenda-Lynne was born

I put her on a pedestal

 Because to me you see

She was a blooming miracle

A gift God gave to me

A Mother has a right

It is inherent in the job

Of taking care to see 

Her precious babe

  Feels special

Her heir and legacy

Not to become another shadow

Like Mom and Dad or peers

But grow her wings

 And soar to heights

And set her Spirit free

No matter what her calling

Only her heart will know

She 'll search and wonder

Perhaps maybe wander

Have a house on the hill 

  In the country or town

Experience the path

 With its ups and its downs

That's life you see

It's hers to perform

A stage set even

 Before she was born

I was the lucky mother she chose

She gave me no grief  worry or woe

She gave me  the  treasure

 Of knowing pure joy

And  just maybe

 If her heart feels the need

Another Soul waiting

 Will choose her to be

The mother it 's looking for

 And they will agree

To be a branch of the family

On Life's endless tree

Tha't's my perception

I'm a mother you see

And in my eyes

She is perfect to me

With her ups and her downs

 And whatever she does

I have no expectations

 I feel only Love

Diane Cornett, June 25, 2004

And now I am the grandmother of three.