The Little Angels - Poem by Fred Lagg
God seems to have a way
Of helping Mothers through the day.
For patience often do run thin
And make Her wonder who will win.
But then at night when they are asleep
She thanks The Lord that she can keep
THE LITTLE ANGELS.
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