May she have daughters
of her own
to care
when she is old
and I am gone.
I should have loved
to care for her once more
as I did then
long years before.
I was a mother young
and she---my child.
Caring was joy. So when
she is old and I am There,
may she have daughters of her own
to care.
----In memory of Ruth Bell Graham
4 comments:
How do you find the pictures you post? You find some beautiful paintings. I especially like the family one a couple of posts below.
Thanks.
What a beautiful and moving poem!!
I had never seen this poem before, it is lovely.
I am so thankful for my daughter!
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing. Congratulations on your year of blogging. I just recently found your blog and love reading the posts. I especially enjoy how you capture the essence of godly womanhood. How beautiful it truly is when we are living according to the plan of our Creator.
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