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MAY'S

POEM OF THE MONTH

THE GREATEST CALL

I’ll tie their shoes and wipe their nose

Clean their ears and trim their toes

I’ll dry their eyes when filled with tears

And chase away their every fear.

I’ll pick them up when they fall down

And try to never wear a frown

I’ll clear a path so they can see

And help them choose what they should be.

This is my prayer, my utmost plea

To be the best that I can be

And I won’t give it up for fame

Or to establish a great name.

For in the world of calculations

There is no better occupation

Than the role I play of mother

For it stands high above the others!

Her children arise and call her blessed.

Proverbs 31:28

 Copyright 2018 Jeaninne Johnson Stokes

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