A Mothers' Miracle
Settle down and sleep well my son,
but before we say goodnight.
Let's put our hands together first,
and thank God for all that's right.
For all the sparrows and their chicks,
the crop and harvest of the fields.
For loving friends and family,
and hearty, wholesome, Sunday meals.
Let's pray for all the problems too,
knowing God can make all things new.
And if you and i pray hard enough,
your dreams may well come true.
But how do you know mummy,
that dreams really do come true?
Because I prayed hard for a miracle,
and that great miracle was you.
So rest now my son, for soon the morn,
will mark a great new day.
Cast all your worries aside, my child,
and may god bless you in every way.
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2020
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