A Mother's Love

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A Mother's Gift

Submitted: May 10, 2018

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Submitted: May 10, 2018



When I was four years old, my mother penned this poem:


Nothing is too good for you.

If I could take the brightest stars

And string them all together

If I could take sunshine and showers

To make the brightest weather;

If I could pick the loveliest flowers

To make a garland for you,

Or gather all the singing birds

To sing a song of love to you,

If I could take the green of spring,

Or leaves of Autumn golden,

I’d blend them all, enfold them.

Nothing’s too good for you.

By Lula Roll

January 1948


I always felt my mother wrote that poem especially for me, but then maybe all my other nine siblings also thought the same thing.  Maybe she didn’t write the poem with me in mind at all.  Maybe she wrote it for another of her other children. Or, maybe she wrote it for all of us.  But, upon her death, we found her old notebook containing her handwritten poems in it.  We eventually engraved on her tombstone, those words: “Nothing is too good for you!”  We took to heart that she meant those words for all of us.

My older brother, Louis, made an insightful statement when we first read the poem.  He said, “She wanted to do for each of us what God has already done for all of us, take all the beauty only He could create and give it to us.”

If she could, my mother would have taken the most beautiful things she could think of, the beauty of nature, God’s creations, and fashioned them as a lovely gift to the ones she loved.  It would be a testimony to the love a mother has for her children.  A mother’s love!


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