Prayers
Surrounded by every tender jester
he makes, every tear he dries
contained by every pat on the head
or confidently spoken rebuttal
the boy you nurtured, your baby
is now raising his babies whilst
wearing the loving clothes
of manhood you prepared for him
(near the place called home
contained within his Mother’s heart)
he teaches his children
and he naturally falls back
to his roots, hopeful to assist
his saplings to mature
and faithfully we include
Grandma in our prayers
Hmmmm, we do have the same name for our blogs! Great minds think alike:) Your blog is awesome, great pics!!
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My heart absolutely bursts for you, my friend! Happy, happy, HAPPY Mothers' Day (one day late...)
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