My Mother

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

(Ann Taylor)


*Thanks God, pagi ini semua teratasi dengan baik. I am so proud to be a mom and a wife. Rio bangun dengan mudah, Hamzah pun sama.  Pakaian suami dan Rio juga sudah rapi jali untuk dipakai, sarapan siap tersaji, bekal hamzah juga sudah lengkap di dalam tas merahnya.  Terima kasih untuk energi ekstra yang Kau berikan semalam, Tuhan.  Sehingga pagi ini semuanya menjadi mudah dan penuh senyum.