A poem from graduation!

I’m THAT mom with THAT big purse, a mom-bag, 

I’m NOT complaining, MOM is the BEST job I’ve ever had. 

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It’s filled with STUFF – lots of GOOD junk and necessities for life’s fray.

And like my whole mom-hood, it was a bag to hold the day.

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Now a daughter’s decorated graduation cap, diploma folder, the program too.

Yet it’s really holding her TRUST, because as moms, that’s what we do.

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It holds money in the cloud via wallets full of cards, maybe one twenty and a few coins too.

It holds an extra battery for the phone camera for photos do hold my memory moments in view.

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My mom bag is not assuming just plain useful.

My mom bag is not better empty than really full.

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Maybe tomorrow or in another week or two, 

I will clean the bag pour our stuff and look at memories in junked up view.

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I will appreciate the mom bag

not for stuff to brag

but I will appreciate the mom bag in all it’s dream moments that it helped make true,

as God helped me carry the load, realizing these years of blessings are what HE caused to shine through.

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Thank You Lord for my blessed mom-view.

Amen