The following Poem was written from my eldest Son Joshua to me for Mother's Day! Be Blessed as you read it!
I LOVEST THOU MOTHER!
By Joshua Isaac Martinez
© May 2017
I bless thou mother. Thou art so good to me.
When once meets pen and paper, I always think of thee.
Grand are the strokes that I read from your hand:
Your thoughts turned into words ... my attention dost thou command.
This day, among many, the L-RD has spoken:
"Honor thy mother, for this is thy token,"
"From here on out to a thousand generations."
This day, among many, is a special occasion.
To the L-RD I speak now, see how I honor my mother,
Let me know one day why she is given to my siblings and I, and not another.
Bless her I pray, May Thou also honor this day,
And give her the vitality to get through this season and down her head lay.
I lovest thou mother.
Another poem.
Dear Mom,
Copyright 12 Dec 2020 by Joshua I Martinez
Dear Mom,
I just wanted to thank you for all the goodness you have shown according to the grace given to you in teaching an exhorting, with diligence, as unto Yahshua, and with cheerfulness. We have prophesied in proportion to our faith, and according to the grace given to us we have also ministered. Through your hospitality you have demonstrated that brotherly affection can even be shown unto a son.
You have clung to me as if I was your one and only. Even the distant shore we speak of will hear of your love. Many sheep and cattle cannot compare to the wealth of the renown a mothers heart empowers her son with. Whether desert waste or mountain-valley, the myrtles will shout forth and the peaks drop down their dew when thoughts to you-ward reverberate the energies of the sand and height. If it be a shame to call out in distress the name, "Mother", let me depart now and thus with it on my lips.
To ascertain the whole of this tale would not be a conceivable end if my mother's thoughts towards me had such an end. Where we ponder things of eternity is where her ideas seem to be. Even the stars remind me of her beauty. For, in comeliness I have never disregarded her countenance. And, it is always peace of mind she imparts, whether in the comfort and safety of the home wherein she is sustainer, or else far from it in those same spheres because of the tender way she left the "good-bye" kiss all those years ago.
And, it would be far from sufficient if I were to not mention her tears ... all too many, and that just as her thoughts of concern! Oh, how I have wearied the springs that watched out for my good, and never was there regret in them! Nights far spent in prayer on behalf of a way-ward son, yet she said in her petition, "Let him live and come home!" When I think of this I find it hard to count myself worthy, the demuer that "Dismissal" expected forever forlorn. And all because she cried, "Yehshua!" not for any good thing I had done.
And, So, I bless you Mother!
In Yeshua HaMashiach,
Joshua I Martinez