Lovely: A Mother’s Blessing

This poem harkens back to a friend of mine from England, who was always calling children “lovelies.” I had never heard lovely used as anything but an adjective, but I thought it was such a charming way to refer to your own child, who is likely to be among those you love the very best. Children tend to be the most beautiful people inside and out, in a mother’s eyes. So in that way too, they are “lovelies.”

Our family is currently chock full of adult children trying to figure out what to do next to pursue their dreams, and making or getting ready to make bold choices, to help make those dreams come true. I hope a little gentle advice will not go amiss.

Thanks for coming by to read.

Lovely, Lovely, love thyself.

Don’t wait for me to steer you right.

Place your doubts upon the shelf.

There is no gray. Just black and white.

Lovely, Lovely, make a wish,

For wishes make it all come true.

Lovely, find your happiness,

For that is all I wish for you.

May it lie in foreign lands

Or close at hand, or in yourself,

Lovely, find your peace of mind

And place your doubts upon the shelf.

Lovely, lovely, every peak

Now beckons to you, every vale.

Dream your dream and fall asleep

And dream each step along the trail.

Lovely, lovely, love thyself,

For only love will see you through.

Mountains flatten on approach.

The climb is all I wish for you.

Copyright 2022 Andrea LeDew

For a rather tongue-in-cheek blessing, read Be Well. For an Irish blessing for mothers, read Benediction.