Mommy

A poem about a forgotten aspect of motherhood

Now I lay me down to sleep.  My mothers vigil watch she keeps.

And if you should creep up while I play.  Mercy for you I pray today.

More wrath than the vilest man.  She carries hidden in her gentle hands.

So should you be harm, fear or pain.  When you lay your head to sleep.

Pray to God in heaven.  Far, far away from me you keep.

 

 

Author's Note

the savage part of motherhood you never understand til you hold your own

Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

Fear the wrath of a mother who has a wronged child. Like the lioness protecting her cubs, theres a fierceness in motherhood that could cut through anything like a knife through butter. Great write!

[Chris]

THAT was well worth the pausing!

Very real and right!

[Jeremy Baker]

The love of a mother for her children simply has no limits - love it!

[T.W. Early]

This is so great! Beautiful!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Nothing like a Mother's love.
Beautiful poem.

[STAR CHILD]

wow this deffinately shows the love of a mother out i like it

[Dreamer]

Nice rewrite of the prayer. I like the message that you got across. Im not a mother myself but from observation i know this is true. Good poem

[Steve]

These words are so comforting and sweet. :0)

[Steve]

I think i get it! lol

I understand too. kind of