Where are the prayers of the mothers?
Only Heaven could know,
Tell me oh Lord
Where they are stored
In a spring, that in Eden flows?
Where are the prayers of the mothers?
Prayers that daily ascend,
During ring around rosie
Or making babe cozy,
Urgent prayers plead end to end.
Where are the hopes of the mothers?
Hopes that somewhere soar?
Hopes there in the heart
To quickly impart
To a child forevermore.
Where are the prayers of the mothers?
Prayers so silently pled?
They’re shining at midnight,
Glowing in moonlight,
Lighting our way ahead.
© 2019, Sharon Frye
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