MY MOTHERS PRAYERS
SIMPLE WORDS FROM CHILDISH LIPS,
ECHOES OF MY MOTHER'S PRAYERS.
MINE WERE STUTTERS, FULL OF SLIPS,
HER JOY, AS WE KNELT UPSTAIRS.
HOW COULD I E'RE FORGET HER TOUCH,
AS SHE CARESSED HER CHILD'S HEAD?
BLESSINGS GIVEN, SHE LOVES SO MUCH,
WITH OUR HEADS BOWED, BESIDE MY BED.
NOR COULD I FORGET, VIGILS AT NIGHT,
WORN BIBLE AND INTERCESSION,
WEAKNESS PROVEN IN THE FATHER'S MIGHT,
HER WORDS OF LOVE AND ADMONITION.
THO' PREACHERS HAVE MOVED ME WITH WORDS SO GRAND,
T'WAS WORN KNEES KEPT ME FROM THE SERPENT'S LAIRS.
A GIFT BORN OF LOVE FROM THE MASTER'S HAND,
MY SWEET MOTHER'S TEARS AND HER PRECIOUS PRAYERS.
WRITTEN FOR MY MOTHER
HELENA MAE SCHWANKE DUMKE
MOTHERS DAY 1996
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