A Mother's Winter Prayer
by Mary Ellen Quire
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
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As the snow piles high and the announcer clears his throat, what will you wish for?
Before the dawn, as the snowflakes fall,
With a mug of hot coffee in my grip,
I wait to hear the announcerís call.
With the hot clay mug pressed to my lip,
Into a deep prayer I do slip.
Please Dear Lord donít let them say
That the bus for this street canít make the trip
And all four of my children have no school today.
Oh, they will be happy to stay home and play.
For they can go out and war in the snow
I managed to live through this just yesterday.
So to a day of learning I hope they do go.
As the sun rises, I feel a faint smile appear,
When the news of no school closings becomes very clear.
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|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|You painted a winter scene that is so real, humane, close to the little-big things of daily life that we all experience.
As a mother, I can imagine the scene as well as the thoughts, expressed with simplicity.
|Reviewed by Tabitha Sams-Rose (Reader)
|Think thats a good poem, but not good for us kids
your loving daughter,
|Reviewed by Wanda True
|Took me back,when my kids where little. This poem really made me smile.|
|Reviewed by pat frazier
|very well put. mary did a very good job.|
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This was a beautiful prayer!
|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|A Mother's Winter Prayer is written beautifully thank you for sharing|
|Reviewed by Christopher Ingham
|A lovely and honest "prayer". It is so good to read poems that make me smile. Chris.|
|Reviewed by Kacie Rahm
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)