MOTHERHOOD, NOBLE CALLING
When they placed the first child in my arms
        Then motherhood was mine at last,
A four way bond forged and planned in heaven,
        A new important charge was cast,
Lying in my arms, new life given to us to tend,
        To cherish and to love,
A priceless gift, a perfect gift, a gift to last through
        To our home in heaven above.

I remember that first smile, the first clutch of daddy’s
        Finger, oh, so fast she held,
As if linking us all together saying without speaking
        “Let us all eternally meld.”
Then as other children came in their own glory each
        Special in God’s and our eyes,
Motherhood is a gift, a divine commission to work
        With God, a wondrous prize.

Yet the world tends to shun motherhood, say women
        Are useless if they do not work.
They do not realize the responsibility given to us that
        We should never shirk,
The rearing of God’s offspring, bringing His children
        To this wonderful earth.
What job ever created by humans could really compare
        Or be of greater worth.

Womanhood and manhood, combined are God’s greatest
        And most wonderful creation,
Families forever, I held my child, my mother held me
        So on, generation after generation.
I love to see parents out with their children having fun
        And playing so happily,
Then go home and sit and think quietly until the
        Grandchildren climb upon my knee.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 28, 2002
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