A mother gazes at the face of her newborn
There is so much love in that look,
And so much love bundled up in so small a being.
This gift of God sent from above
Nothing more precious than a mother’s love!
The mother ponders and wonders,
What will this child be?
Perhaps he or she will be a whiz at chemistry
and solve some long lost mystery.
Or an expert at math
and solve some puzzling equation,
Or a scientist who will find the answer
and thereby discover a cure for cancer.
Or he may become a professional ball player
as he has the perfect frame for leadership in that game.
Or she may be a teacher or a nurse
or a secretary or an accountant,
one who will manage the family purse.
The child will be what God intended!
A mother’s task now to love, teach, guide, and mold
A task, if performed well, yields a crown of gold.
I will teach my children to pray and to love the Lord.
And with the world and all people to be in accord.
Of little children I am the most blessed
My parents love me above all the rest.
I have grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins —
Three generations spanned
So much love to be spread around.
Here I am, World!
