A Mother's Prayer

Lord help me remember when I feel it's a chore,

The time will come when I'll hold her no more,

Asleep on my chest-the blanket refused,

The crib, the pacifier all gone unused,

For infants grow up and leave us behind,

With only memories left to remind us,

Of midnight walking and pre-dawn rocking,

Of soft helpless babies unable to sleep,

So Lord make me patient and keep me awake,

As I cradle this baby and don't let me take,

For granted the moments I spend in the night,

With this baby - Your gift

My joy - My delight.