A mother’s prayer is always there,
Never does it stop when things go wrong, beware.
Gives hope to all her children, fair and square,
An anchor in storms, a comfort in despair.
Can be heard in the midnight hours,
When everyone else in the house lowers.
A protective hedge for her household towers,
Love, is a mother’s prayer’s unwithered flowers.
It gives peace, it gives grace,
In every hard and difficult place.
For child’s safety, mother’s chase,
In prayers, finds a sacred space.
