there is an eternalness about her
a constancy
a gentleness
that sheltered over me
like a wing
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
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
ways
that my Heavenly Father
chose
to love me
David B. Finlayson
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
ways
that my Heavenly Father
chose
to love me
David B. Finlayson
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