My mom is one of those weird people that rarely expresses what they want and thus it is hard to know exactly what gift to give her during those days I am feeling particularly philanthropic. During this years Valentines day, my mom was the only person I could think of giving a lovely loving present, besides myself, after running seven candles at Kiserian dam to commemorate the death of my lovely princess, SAMMOURIAN. After a lot of window shopping, I realized that creativity was the only thing I had and shopping around did not include that….so I found this poem and created a carving of the words on the soft stones of Kisii…..
WHEN GOD CREATED MOTHERS…
When the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And the Lord said, ” Have you read the spec on this order?”
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 movable parts… all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.
The angel shook her head slowly and said,” Six pairs of hands…no way!”
“It’s not the hands that are causing the problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, “What are you kids doing in there?” when she already knows. Another in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, “Come to bed. Tomorrow…”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, ” I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick… can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger… and can get a nine year old to stand under the shower.”
The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Not only think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak, ” she pronounced. “I told you you were trying to put too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “it’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
” It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride.”
“You’re a genius!” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber.
“I didn’t put it there.”
and I am glad I did…