Mother Love. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Allthrough the night I vigil kept
My precious child was gravely ill
I told my rosary and wept
to see him lie so pale and still
The dreaded crisis came and went.
My babe is sleeping peacefully
I am exhausted but content
My first born child is still with me.
He will grow up to be a man.
Something which was in jeopardy.
Which makes me a happy woman
I offer my thanks gratefully.
My child pulled through against the odds
Which has renewed my faith in God.

14/10/2009
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