In the midst Of true repentance In my deepest pain, agony The bareness of my spirit Was broken, and streams of living water, Breakthrough and formed The mountain of grace, Ignited the passion Of motherhood
How long I've been waiting, Praying for you, my children!
Each morning I arise at dawn, To put you to my breast To nurture you And to bring you Before Father.
I sat with you on my lap And sometimes laughed At your silly talks, or rather sounds I did not fully understand, But they told me Whether you're happy or grumpy,
Some nights Sat at your bed And watched how you breathed.
O, my children I have been blessed with you!
It's been a year now As I'm sitting, watching Memories of the past, And dedicate you again to The One who gave you to me.
I am a teacher for 20 years now and also a very busy mom juggling mostly 70 % all the household activities.Quite a challenge ! I am really involve in our community and this adds to my busy schedule .
But it clearly states my interest in people and in what they do .
I love gardening , crafting , teaching outside the classroom and drama dance.
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Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month