A poem I wrote for my Relief Society lesson yesterday

Homemade

By Amy Strong

I was made at home, between four walls, by a mother

Cuddling me in her loving arms, she made me

She bathed, kissed, and dressed me

Taught me to be kind and loving to my brothers and sisters

And to understand that the most important thing to remember

Was that I was important

And her’s, homemade.

She grew me up with homemade meals

Homemade conversations about God and friends and boys

She guided me through confusions, mistakes, and hurts

She made me dresses

And she made me beautiful

She kept me tucked by her side,

So close I could learn from every word and every deed

She taught me how to become a maker like her

So that after I left home

I could make something homemade too

A living room, with spring colors and a cinnamon scent

Cheesy bread dipped in Tortellini soup

And babies, four of them, I made them and I am making them

They are all homemade.

I am still being made at home, between temple walls, by a Father

Having secured me through Christ’s sacrifice, He’s making me

He’s washed, anointed, and endowed me,

Sealed me to my husband and children, never to part

He wants me to understand that the most important thing to remember

Is that a family is so very important

And His.

He’s growing me up with quiet impressions

About this life, and faith, and charity

He’s guiding me through confusions, mistakes, and hurts

Filling me with truth and light

He’s making me beautiful

In His temple I’m tucked right by His side,

So close I can learn from every covenant and every promise

He’s teaching me how to become a maker like Him

So that after I leave this earthly home

I’ll be ready to make something too

Worlds without end 1

An increase of glory and light 2

And babies, innumerable as the stars at night 3

All homemade by me.

References

1.        D&c 76:112

2.        D&C 76:56

3.        D&C 132:30-31