MOTHERHOOD
After all the travail, after all the pain,
You think you’ll never be the same,
But then comes that special moment,
Your child from heaven newly sent
Is placed in your arms with tender care,
It as if there was no pain ever there.

A very special moment, few to compare,
When this gift is given you, to share
In God’s great plan, oh, what great joy,
As you give life to a new little girl or boy.
Are we ever worthy of this noble call
Of mother? Always praying never to fall.

Holding a child new born, growing fast,
Guiding gently with pure love safely past
The trials that come through each life,
Showing them how to cope with strife.

Each child given is different in some way,
We need help from God every single day
As His partner in this His great holy quest,
We need to pray as we try our very best.

A handmaiden chosen to a noble cause,
As we strive to serve, we should pause
Very often and remember this great call,
Mother, one of the noblest names of all.

M Ann Margetson February 22, 2002