Motherhood Dream

I will have beautiful children Who will take after me when am gone. Their names shall be called grace and Love shall abide with them forever and ever. They shall bring salt and pepper to me Run errand to me beside the silent doors. Upon their hearts shaLl my names be written Then shall I cover them like motherhen. Even if money don't really come They shall be my gold and silver. My children shall be my pillar, I shall have them on my bossom, Kiss away their tears and pains; Look after them in days of trouble. They would be pride of jacob in joy. Right in my heart shall I lay The right mat for my children to lay. None shall be barren, vangaborn nor wayward Rather their tastement shall be of righteousness. We shall work in the strret with joy. Those on my arms and some on my back While some walk beside me as a guide. My joy and happiness shall we dwell in. I will cook enough to feed them Bath them under my nose and care. In night shall I sit them down To teach and educate them what My life, their lives and our lives mean to me.