A PRAYER by ESTHER REINECKE

..... and today
I laid away
My infant son,
Whose tiny feeble heart had scarce begun
To send the warm blood coursing through his veins.
His life. .... the fruit of waiting and of pains.

But he took
One fleeting look
Upon my face;
And as I gazed I saw there was a trace
Of Godliness that only mothers know.
Dear Lord. .... to stand aside and watch him go.

Death is sweet
For those who meet
A well-loved friend.
I hope some angel mother will pretend
That she loves him as I. And sweetly kiss
His loneliness away. God, grant me this.

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