A Perfect Description of a Vocation (in a Child's Poem)
(Linking up to Fine Linen and Purple.)
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses press'd?
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon with heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who dress'd my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be,
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me?
Ah no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
When thou art feeble, old, and gray
My healthy arms shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes
If I should ever dare despise
written by Ann Taylor
Happy Mother's Day to my mom, my mom-in-law, and all mothers, godmothers, aunts, and spiritual mothers!