A LOVING MOTHER’S GENTLE TOUCH
(A sonnet by Glena M. Jessee-King)
When baby’s cries are heard from its bedroom,
When scraped little knees bring tears to its EYE,
When childhood illnesses come or dark gloom,
Mother’s hand comforts, hurts cease, and faces DRY.
Nothing calms cries as much as her presence:
Nothing frees from fear and life’s unknown HARMS,
Nothing tops Mother’s soothing voice or hand,
Safe, secure, or anchored in Mother’s ARMS.
Knowing that she prays over all matters,
Children grow up, have children of their OWN,
Never forgetting her genuine ways,
And Mother’s seeds of love in them were SOWN.
After she’s gone, nothing will mean as MUCH
As memories of Mother’s gentle TOUCH!
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