She is so little yet, dear God,
Too little now to take the rod
Of life within her own small hand,
So she is rocked to sleepy land.
...
Dear Lord, I thank you for my home,
For these four walls to call my own
Where in life's solitude and rest
I am with those I love the best.
...
Earth is so large and I so small
It seems to matter not at all
What deeds I do our course I take,
For tears will fall and hearts will break
...
A Mother's Prayer
She is so little yet, dear God,
Too little now to take the rod
Of life within her own small hand,
So she is rocked to sleepy land.
I put her down, and say goodnight,
And wonder, Lord, have I done right
I am too weak for this great task
Of motherhood, and so I ask
That thou, who blest me so, impart
More grace and wisdom in my heart,
And may the things I do each day
Be but to help her on her way.
Edna was a wonderful poet who wrote about her life and her loved ones. She is remembered everyday by her family.