EACH CHILD, MY CHILD...

 Sometimes I think as I pray and as I wonder..
 Yes, I wonder where you are, even as I slumber..

 I dream of when you were just a child, many years ago..
 Days slipped by, seasons they came and seasons they did go..

 Yet even now, I can close my eyes and I can clearly see...
 The sunlight streaming through your golden hair so perfectly..

 Though my eyes grow dim with age, even in the brightness of today..
 I see your smile as you wander, seek , discover, as you adventurously play..

 Feelings of remorse grip my being as I sit and as I ponder ..
 Was I the mother I dreamed I'd be or should have, I'll always wonder..

 For this one thing I know tis true with every fiber of my being..
 Each child is grown now; I am so proud of what I am seeing..

 Each child , my child, is as perfect as perfect as I had pondered, as I had dreamed..
 All grown, some with children of their very own to raise, to cultivate, teach.. Yes proudly, my countenance beams...

 My memories of you are cherished in the precious garden of my thoughts, as I dream..
 Dreams of you playing in sunshine, laughing, chasing each other in those sunbeams..

 My love still grows for you my child, even now that you are older and grown...
 For to me my child, you are more precious, yes, even more beautiful than gold..

 Patsy McNutt Morgan ( Mom )
03/18/13