Being a Mother
Virginia Salter

Was it a surprise,
was it a plan
the day those words were heard...

delivered dryly
delivered wryly
“You’re pregnant, Ma’am.”

Spinning went the message
scarcely could believe your ears
and now ahead
a promise of
some truly, wonderful years.

Will she be healthy;
will I do right;
will he sleep easily through the night?

Will he learn to walk;
will she learn to run;
in spite of one another, will we have some fun?

“I know I’m right!
I know it’s best,
please don’t put me to the test!”

(I think I’m right;
I think it’s best;
please, Lord, help me with this test!)

And when I fail,
and when I fall
help my child still stand tall.

For you gave to me
this wondrous career;
help me face it with just the right fear.

And help me, too,
to always know
for wisdom and faith to You to go.

© May 2,  2000