Friday, November 19, 2010


A Mothers’ Prayer

Help me remember, when I feel it's a chore,
The time will come when I'll hold my baby no more,
Asleep on my chest, the crib refused, the blanket,
the pacifier, gone unused.

What better place is there to lay baby's head
Than against my heart, my arms her bed?

For children may leave us behind
With only memories left to remind us
Of midnight walking and predawn rocking,
Of sweet, nursing babies slumber to sleep.

So, keep me patient and keep me present
While I cradle this dear child,
And don't let me begrudge another long night
With this baby, my darling, my joy, my delight.

With thanks to the original author,,Jan Dunlap

Happy Thanksgiving!