Mother Love

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Motherlove.

 

Allthrough the night I vigil kept

My precious child was gravely ill

I told my rosary and wept

to see him lie so pale and still

The dreaded crisis came and went.

My babe is sleeping peacefully

I am exhausted but content

My first born child is still with me.

He will grow up to be a man.

Something which was in jeopardy.

Which makes me a happy woman

I offer my thanks gratefully.

My child pulled through against the odds

Which has renewed my faith in God.

 

14/10/2009

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