Ode to Worried Mothers

This is a poem I wrote in my mind when I was sick with a fever a couple months ago. Forgive me if it isn’t perfect, but I hope you enjoy the sentiment. Here goes:


We worry when they’re fast asleep

And when they are awake

We worry about the words we say

And every move they make


We worry when they’re in our arms

And always when they’re not

If you ask how much we worry

We’ll tell you: it’s a lot


Somewhere out there is a mother

Worried for her unborn son

And another mother worried

For her daughter, who’s fifty-one


So worried mothers everywhere

This poem is for you

From one mom to another

To say you’re great at what you do!


So take some time and hold them close

And give thanks to God above

Knowing that the best thing you could ever do

Is love them with His love


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