I am counting the minutes so late,
I worry, I ponder, I wait...
blind trust, I shall not place in man
yet I listen and hope they understand
Motherhood is love without limit
and tonight I am buried deep within it
sleep is not an option I fear
so I linger between worry and care
praying dear Lord for his sake...
this thing that he fights, let him shake.
until then, the minutes are creeping...
as I stand guard and watch my heart sleeping.
Deo Volente
February 3, 2010
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