Motherhood, Spilled Ink & Prose

The Mother’s Prayer

Oh give me patience when wee hands

Tug at me with their small demands.

And give me gentle and smiling eyes.

Keep my lips from hasty replies.

And let not weariness, confusion, or noise

Obscure my vision from life’s fleeting joys.

So when, in years to come my house is still-

No bitter memories its rooms may fill.

-Author Unknown

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