We Love Our Mothers…

My Mom

Because they choose the hardest and most blessed of paths
They choose us

Because they give up so very much, in so many ways, to set upon that path,
Yet see our births much more as sunrises than any kind of sunsets
And continue to do so,
In bold defiance of all reason

Because many have struggled with the great questions of
“Who am I to be somebody’s Mom,”

“Is it mine?”

and yet forever lay those huge battles to rest
upon first holding warm human flesh to their breasts
that is of their blood,
crying out with hunger

And, the diapers need changing


Because they love our fathers
And none need it more

Mom and DadMom and Dad


Or at least give it their very best shot
And no more can be asked

Because they are the most gentle
yet by far the strongest people from whom we learn

Because they keep the hounds at bay
During those God-awful days when we first bring back home
our band instruments
From junior high school,
Sometimes bigger than ourselves

And they hear the promise of sweet music
when others can hear only blaring assault
an unimaginable instrumental “raspberry”

They hear the promise of music most noble,
And we imagine them saying,

“Just you wait…,”

not stopping to give a damn
(at least as far as we can see)

how the deaf clanging world
sated with its own cacophony
might presume to pass judgment
on our future potential

Because the lessons they teach us are without number
And from the heart

(I think I shall always remember the tenderness
of being tucked in at bedtime
and saying my prayers:

Thank you for the world so sweet,
And thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing,

And Thank you, God,
For everything

Because they teach us that Earth is our home,
And one another our people,
Yet remind us in their being of something much Greater
And more celestial

gammy n us Art

Because long, long before anyone else
even seems to have a clue,
They see that it is our differences
Our quirks
That make us special
And so we cannot lose.

Because it is part of their mission
To show us poetry in motion
Real life in its unfolding

Because love opens all doors,
And only those who have stepped through that portal
Can meaningfully invite us to step on through



Because they hurt when we hurt,
And are there whenever humanly possible to dry our tears

Because they are doing the very best they can
Day to night and night to day
Working quiet miracles

Because quite possibly more than anyone else, ever,
They want to see us succeed
And will be the last ones
(Almost always)
To sell us short
In a world that seems Hell bent on doing just that

Because we see ourselves reflected in their eyes
And sometimes must stop and feel “Wow”!
For there we see, and are reminded, that
we are all of us brought into this world
As somebody’s greatest dream


Because they die a million deaths in fear for our foolishnesses,
While we are infants in our cribs and teenagers and commuters
and sometimes parents ourselves

And pray with all their hearts
That it not be given them to see the sun set upon our lives
While they still cast shadows upon the ground


Because not only would our lives not be without them,
We cannot imagine really living without them

Because they love us
as the sun gives light
Without reason, condition, or limit

Because they listen to even the silly, stupid things with an open heart,
The things that are maybe most ours,
And never laugh or turn cold


Because it is often not easy for them to pull it all off,
Day after day.

It cannot be

But in their hearts we become their reason
And we are all of us blessed

Because they can drive us crazy sometimes
In ways that we somehow know

We will miss terribly some day



Because they are each and every one,
One of a kind,
And absolutely 100% irreplaceable
In the heart of our hearts


And we wouldn’t
Have it any other way

And yet deep in our hearts

(though we cannot bear the idea)
must not forget
that will have them with us only yet
for a while


Because they have taught us that Love Never Dies
And no union so close to the quickening very heart of being
So much of God made, so uniquely and especially blessed
Can ever be severed
(What has always been, can never end, you know)

Because we know that they will be among the first to greet us
Upon crossing Heaven’s threshold of light most golden
At last
And so, OK, Heaven must be all right,
It couldn’t really be Heaven without them

Because the greatest miracle of all
Is knowing in your heart
That you are somebody’s greatest miracle

For all these reasons and so very many more
Though in truth we need no reason at all
We love our mothers.

And so I say, from the heart,
Thank you!,
To all the mothers in my life
So precious to me


I love you, Mom

More than words could ever hold

I feel that my heart, from here to eternity,
And throughout whatever seasons may then come
may cry out always first “Mommy!”

With gladness
And with gratitude

Because you have given me,
Given unto all of us,

The greatest and by far most fine
Gift of all
(Really, the only one that matters):


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4 Responses to We Love Our Mothers…

  1. Lee Steiner says:

    Paul, You are, indeed , thrice blessed.

    First , because you have the wisdom to know which things in
    life are important, and which thing are to ; and

    Second, you are ” gifted “, not only to create beautiful thoughts and ideas ,with magic words , but also by the the way you put paint to canvas (or board or whatever) ; and

    Third , the “WELDTSCHMERZ ” you feel in your heart for your “fellow man”.

    It is an old man’s memory, but I believe this to be the first time I have read ” We
    LoveOur Mothers ”

    Thank you for sharing it with me.


    • PHC says:

      Lee: I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to write, and for sharing so freely such huge generosity and kindness. Simply putting “out there” into the world your creations (of whatever kind), and trying to share “the best you got” with anyone out there who might be interested and listening, seems almost always a leap of faith. Meanwhile, in my subjective experience, nothing that is in me, or to be found along the way of my path (because it is a path that is very much mine, and not to be found on any map) is immune to doubt. I can be quite relentless that way; it seems (for better or worse) part of my makeup, and a catalyst for growth by which I keep a fire lit under my a**, I suppose.

      But then a comment like yours comes in, and is received as the warmest and most sincere kind of verbal hug. Everything suddenly opens up and the world seems almost a different place than it did only a few moments before. A place maybe a little closer to Heaven. I am touched far beyond my ability to express, so I ask that you please “read between the lines.” There you will feel your *hug* joyfully returned. God bless you, Lee… and once again, heartfelt thanks.

  2. Jo Underhill says:

    Dear Paul, thank you for sharing your journey of love for all Mothers, through your heartfelt thoughts and through your wondrous art expressions…..all of which embodies love …love from a loving heart, the heart of Paul Hampton Crockett;
    You are beautiful!

    • PHC says:

      Oh, Josephine: coming from you, high praise indeed, and very much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to reach out, and for sharing your Mother’s (BIG!) love with me. If your experiences as a mother, and all of the trials and ordeals endured over the years, have left you only with your love to show for it, then a crown (or shall we say tiara? ; ) ) of victory sits atop your head, and its steady light sings a song of redemption for all, and offers a promise of victory.
      Believe it!

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