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The Mother

Dear Lord, there is so much to do in one brief, busy
The little clothes to wash and iron and mend and
        put away;
The littered toys to gather up, the little beds to
And little griefs to soothe away from little hearts
        that ache.
The little bodies to be kept, for Thy sake, clean and
As temples for the dwelling of the Christly spirit
And Mary Mother one time knew the blessedness
        of this:
The little feet to wash at night, the little lips to
Forgive me, Lord, if that I seem neglectful of Thy
It is not that my heart is hard, it is not that I shirk,
But that my heart and hands are full with these,
        my little ones___
My little daughters, fair and sweet, my sturdy little
Once I rejoiced in serving Thee, and only Thee,
And now sometimes I am so tired I cannot even
But I draw near at night to Him whose mother knew
        the bliss
Of tender, little feet to wash, and little lips to kiss.

___Esther M. Clark

Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
Selected by Willard Wattles
pages 78-79
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg. 1916)
November 4, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas /

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