A Baby's Wish List for a Perfect Mother
From up above the clouds, My soul hovered near To Almighty God, and covering my naked soul with His ermine shroud, I humbly whispered in His omnipresent ear. I whispered softly in a solemn prayer, The kind of soul I chose On Earth to be my mother... I asked God for a heart tender as a rose, A soul purer than solid gold, A voice like the cherubims That sings you the sweetest hymns. A pair of loving arms that so tenderly does hold, My soul forever in a loving embrace.. A strong spirit that will carry out her maternal tasks till the very end, A woman with a gentle face, With a radiant smile more brighter than the sun, A woman with an iron will That will stand firm, ready to defend Her child at all cost, no matter what danger lies ahead. A woman with an undying love and passion for her children. Mary Gonzalez (c)2002To my Mother with Love! Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 12:24 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 8
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