A Mother's Prayer
Lord, give me patience
when wee hands
tug at me with their
small demands.
Give me gentle and smiling eyes;
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
Let not weariness, confusion,
or noise.
or noise.
Obscure my vision of life's
fleeting joys.
So, when in years to come,
my house is still-
my house is still-
No bitter memories its rooms
may fill.
may fill.
Amen.
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