What Mothers Cannot Do – by Ruth Bell Graham

in this frenzied puttering
around the house,
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The dusting,
are but the poor
efforts of a heavy heart
to help time pass.
Praying on my knees
I get uptight;
for hearts and lives
are not the only things
that need to be
put right.

And, while I clean,
if tears should fall,
they’re settling the dust,
— that’s all.
Lord, I will straighten
all I can
and you —
take over what we mothers
cannot do.

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