by Austin Jepson

May 6, 2016


Made from God’s most precious matter,

Like angels sent to bless the earth.

Mothers give us life and nurture,

Longed for us before our birth.


Mothers plead and beg and bargain,

To God above to hear their prayer.

Protect my children, Lord and Savior,

Keep them safe and always near.


We owe a debt to our dear mothers.

The price is not so very steep.

The best we can is all she asks for,

As Christ has said, Come follow me. 


Soon our mothers are no more with us.

In paradise, they have their rest.

Mothers are as guardian angels,

Guiding, watching, loving best.


And a note to my own mother,

You’re the one I hold most dear.

I love you most and hold you sacred.

To you, I give my soul sincere. 


Editor’s note (mom):

About author

Austin Jepson

I am a non-verbal boy with autism. I was adopted by the Jepsons at age seven. Prior to that, I lived in foster care for 2 years. My original family could not take very proper care of me and I was taken from their home. My memories of them are still alive, though, and I love them, even though they had problems. My life now is better. My mom and dad love me and so do my brothers. I am lucky for that. As I am planning on going to college some day, writing in this blog is great practice. I hope you like it. Maybe you will learn something about autism. I hope so.

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    Melanie Walthall says

    Austin, this is such a beautiful poem, even without knowing the background of the poet. But when you understand that background then this reduces me to tears. For both you and your angel mother who can now hear your voice.

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    Phyllis Krutsinger says

    Austin, I have to echo what Melanie said. This is a beautiful poem and I’m sure your angel mother is so very proud of you! Keep up the great writing. I love reading your posts. Thank you for sharing.

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    Austin Jepson says

    Yes. My mom is an angel. I’m glad you liked the poem.

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