Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.1
How shall I count, how calculate
The worth of days gone by? Shall I take pages from a diary And total up the words? Shall I take numbers from the year I was born?
This is how I will count:
I will remember the hours of childhood Spent in simple amusement or play. I will recall joys past – when birthdays Were treasured and desired. I will bring to mind the hours Spent in caring for my babies. I will calculate the impossible worth Of being with my children!
Oh – I will remember hard times –
But only to provide a backdrop For the special moments of shared joy.
I will evaluate my days through their eyes
Who know my mother-love. Phrases like: “love you to bits” and “bestest Mum” And “Thanks!” And poems written like this one – To celebrate what I cannot calculate – My influence for love and God; My Sunday school classes and The witness of a life with Jesus.
I will not dwell on the dark days
Though they crowd me with their shadows! I will not forget – but I will discount Them against the worthiest and the best!
I will recall a journey in deep snow;
1 Psalm 90 A small flat that was my own; I will revisit places that mark the progress of my years – Bridgewater, Wells, Vancouver and the USA.
I will add birds in my garden – and
Woodpeckers, kingfishers, tree-creepers And dippers – These will remind me how to count; They will sing in recognised phrases That they love life – and God!
And, though clouds and darkness come;
Though harsh reflections steal my sleep – I will arise and thank my God Who made me and decides my days. I will reach out to hold His hand Who best considers my times –
My times are in His hands!
Written by Dad on the morning of Mum’s seventieth birthday, 2009