Claudine Cerra Blevins
She couldn't understand, the lonely hours, the pain within.
She looked to find the answers, only silence then.
Endless hours stretched on, as she waited day by day.
With tears and lonely heart, she looked to God to pray.
Oh Mother dear sweet Mother, her eye sight grown so dim.
But she still hears the birds sing, it warms her heart within.
Her hands now are idle, her work on earth most done.
She sets quietly waiting, for the setting of the sun.
As she looked to heaven, she knew th