SO many cares to burden all the day, So many wounds to bind, and hurts to heal, So many steps to guide along the way, So much for hands to do and hearts to feel. Thou knowest, Lord, how weary mothers grow; How at the close of day, we come with lagging feet And ofttimes aching head, to ask Thy help Just to keep sweet. The cup of little things, things that worry so, Comes often to a mother's lips to drink. The griefs and joys that only mothers know Make up her chain of days, forged link by link. Dear Lord, a mother draws her strength from Thee, Her wisdom, too, to guide the childish feet; But always, Lord, our daily need will be Just to keep sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FEW RULES FOR BEGINNERS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |