Poems (Katz)/My son
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MY SON
Rock me to sleep again, Mother, just as you used to do,
When I am tired and weary my thought reaches out to you,
Always with confidence strengthened by communion with you, Mother dear.
All the world seems a garden of flowers with never a trace of fear.
Oh how good it is to nestle close. Mother dear,
And hear your sweet words of counsel and cheer.
Let merest in your love and strong enough grow
To take other nestlings and fondle them so,
Until finding the great Parent above
Whose one blessed name is Mother-Love.
When I am tired and weary my thought reaches out to you,
Always with confidence strengthened by communion with you, Mother dear.
All the world seems a garden of flowers with never a trace of fear.
Oh how good it is to nestle close. Mother dear,
And hear your sweet words of counsel and cheer.
Let merest in your love and strong enough grow
To take other nestlings and fondle them so,
Until finding the great Parent above
Whose one blessed name is Mother-Love.