A Mother's Song


Deep in my womb he lay
gently fluttering his two hands
and moving his two feet
in preparation of the many
devious paths he was to tread
my little son - my son

Warm in my arms he lay
sweetly perfumed, soft and small
fragile and tender with thistledown hair
his cry like a melody
sweetest of any e'er
played on my heartstrings

Asleep in his cot he lay
fair silken hair
rumpled and tumbled over his brow

Serene and unaware
of the trials of life
and of its many joys

Safe in my heart he lies
safe from the bitter winds and rain
safe from the sun too hot
or a foe two great
safe from the bitter tongue
or fear by night
trusting to me
my little son - my son

Supreme through the baby years
I am mother, servant, queen
Pray for help through the hours
that I may guide him right
so that his manhood may be tall
his spirit true, his courage great
a man strong and gentle
My little son - my son