It all began with a choice for life…
Knowing this would add serious strife.
Nine months hidden in your gentle womb,
Hidden pain, waiting for me to bloom.
Those early years nestled in the crib…
Sauce and crumbs, imbedded in my bib.
When my temper showed it’s ugly face,
Your soft arms were ready to embrace.
High school was a turbulent phase…
Yet, I stayed calm with your loving gaze.
When God’s call pierced my heart and my soul,
You were there to inspire and console.
Fourteen years to ordination day…
I survived because you stopped to pray.
Mothers of priests are special indeed,
Their deep holiness should be decreed!
Mom, your focus on Christ lifts me high,
Even now, from my abode in Rye.
Words cannot express my gratitude,
For your truly selfless attitude.
I love you mom, happy Mother’s Day!