A Mother's Prayer

There is no more important job than being a mother, and words of wisdom, such as those in this little poem that I learned years ago, can help us keep our priorities.

Give me patience when wee hands
Tug at me with small demands.
Give me gentle and smiling eyes
and keep my lips from hasty replies.

Let not life's confusion or noise

Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys.
So when in years to come my house is still
No bitter memories its rooms may fill.