Saturday, July 21, 2007

sweet...


Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray,
For life's been anything but calm,
Since you called on me to be a mom.

Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with building blocks.
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose.

Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs.
A stack of last week's mail to read,
So where's the quiet time I need?

Yet when I steal a minute Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of your grace,
I see them in my small one's face,

That you have blessed me all the while,
As I stop to kiss that precious smile.

4 comments:

Undomestic Goddess said...

I LOVE THIS !!!!!

MB said...

Very sweet!!

Liz Dixon said...

How sweet! What a cool poem!

Erickson 5 said...

This is awesome! Thanks for sharing with all of us!