Thought
Suddenly dark moody cloud
Can come from memory store
Grip of fear leaves us cowed
Distress shakes us to the core
Brooding on the pain from past
Unsteadies mind and nerves
Then illness will take hold at last
Draining off our last reserves
But simple remedy can apply
Our caring mother told us how
In place of heaving heavy sigh
Ask the mother soothe the brow
I have a mother tell yourself
Whenever you are in distress
Thus will you restore health
Without a need to convalesce
Both the wicked and the good
Are her children close and dear
So when cut or bruised you should
Allow her to remove your fear
Prayer
O Mother, in times of distress and hopelessness I forget that I have a mother. Thank you for reminding me so many times when unasked you rescue me. As soon as I feel your motherly consoling arms I feel happy.
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