Wednesday, October 21, 2015


there is an eternalness about her
a constancy
a gentleness
that sheltered over me
 like a wing
a touch
a cool cloth
upon a fevered brow
 with a word
a hand
a kiss
i could not guess
to count her prayers
over me
over her brood
throughout our lives
i could not guess
nor imagine
the price
of such love and sacrifice
ever awed
by her endless ways
 of gentleness and grace
that my Heavenly Father
to love me
David B. Finlayson
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