Thursday, May 7, 2015

A Mother's Prayer

Today I held a little boy
As on my lap he slept.
He probably won't remember it,
But I won't soon forget.
As peacefully he dreamed his dreams
My memories turned to you --
To days gone by some twenty years
When that small child was you.
You've grown up now, no longer small,
With big dreams of your own,
But how I miss those happy days
Of you and me at home!
My prayers for him, as well as you,
Are much the same today,
That God will fill you with his love
And help you find your way.
When I am old and you've begun
A family of your own,
Just know how proud I am of you,
How glad that you're my son!

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