WOMANHOOD

When I was just a small child
A sweet thought came to me.
I was a girl with pretty hair,
I could be gentle and mild.

I was glad that I was a girl,
I was not ashamed to cry,
Though boys thought it silly
To sob when a bird did die.

I was glad that I was a girl
When I saw the boy I love
Walk down the street to me,
Then I thanked God above.

I was glad I was a woman
When each babe I carried.
Brought them safely here
From a loving Father in heav'n.

I'm still glad I'm a woman,
Been called to do my part,
To be a mother and helpmeet.
To help guide us all to heaven.

M Ann Margetson Mar 14 1998
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