HOW DOES SHE KNOW?
How does she know when to rock through the night
Somehow aware of a fear or a fright
Nothing is seen, nothing is heard
But deep within a mother heart stirred
How does she know when a new babe is born
The melting of souls is what creates the adorn
That beholding the glow from God’s new design
Will brighten the recall in remembrance divine
How does she know that her shoulder would shield
Innocent eyes as the world around reeled
A place for retreat from images new
Wondering becomes learning…why the sky’s blue
How does she know music’s soft waves
While holding her babe, will quell the raves
The motion in dancing with music combined
Will calm troubled waters and sweet respite find
How does she know revealing the sea
To a young child’s mind will bring ultimate glee
That splashing and laughing in white swirling foam
Will cause a young heart feel closer to Home
How does she know when a child cuts a finger
Her outpouring of love is all that will linger
That patching a hurt is such a small part
In the healing of tears and a broken heart
How does she know that the breaking and crashing
Are just “signs of life” of playful child dashing
Full speed ahead, wrestling and racing
Young ones all struggling to keep with the pacing
How does she know the ache of no-bearing
After full, fruitful years will not faze the caring
The eternal deep yearning of a mother heart
Though bound by mortality will never part
How does she know soft melodies at night
Will melt away worry, setting all aright
That stroking soft hair will calm all the fears
Bringing blessed sleep that will quiet the tears
How does she know that painting with butter
swimming in milk or blasting through shutters
walking in honey, flinging applesauce on walls
Is bright curiosity that will help them grow tall
How does she know the child is God’s gift
That within her breathes all that’s required to lift
The pathway to Home written in both their souls
A sacred imprint….through ages rolls
She knows because deep within her lies
A sacred trust with divine ties
A preexistent promise made long ago
Emblazoned bright quest, burned into her soul.
Written by Karen Nelson
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