“When God thought of mother, / He must have laughed with satisfaction, / and framed it quickly– / so rich, so deep, so divine, / so full of soul, power, and beauty, / was the conception.” –Henry Ward Beecher
I will be on the air Sunday with a very special Mother’s Day tribute between 9 and 11pm. I hope you will tell all your friends about the program and tune in at the end of this very special day. I do plan on posting a blog on Mother’s Day as well. It will include some thoughts about my own mom who has been gone for some time now. She was a powerful woman who had a tremendous influence on my life and on all the lives she touched. I hope you will be watching for that blog on Sunday.
“…The angels, whispering to one another, / Can find, among their burning terms of love, / None so devotional as that of ‘Mother’ …” –Edgar Allan Poe
In the meantime, I hope you are planning to set aside some special time just for the special women in your life this Sunday: your mother, your grandmother, your mother-in-law, your wife. Her life should be celebrated each and every day of the year, but especially on Mother’s Day. Whether she’s close or only here in spirit, I think you will appreciate the sentiments in tonight’s radio program as well as during my very special tribute on Sunday. It’s my Mother’s Day Gift to my incredible audience for your continued support.
“These velvet roses / fringed with Queen Anne’s Lace, / Do they recall my first bouquet to you? / That ragged bunch of wilted dandelions / You treasured and arranged in your best vase?
“The broken stems, the accidental weeds / I brought when I was small, / or received the care / Of lavish blooms in later years. It’s true / A mother’s love is all a flower needs.” Georgia Sykes Sullivan, featured in the 1967 Hallmark Editions collection, The Beauty of Motherhood edited by Bette Bishop.
This is a short blog tonight. Anything that really needs being said will be said on the air tonight, and again on Sunday night. If you don’t live within the sound of my voice, you can always listen in live on our website.
To conclude tonight, one last poem by an anonymous writer also included in that Hallmark Editions collection.
“Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, / Hundreds of shells on the shore together, / Hundreds of birds that go singing by, / Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.
“Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, / Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, / Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, / But only one mother the wide world over.”
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Don Jackson
