My mother’s little book,
Little book of poems
Lies closed beside my bed;
Sometimes I open those pages
And try to put their words,
Firmly planted in my head.
Mother has been gone,
Departed from this earth,
And her little book of poems
Have proven to me,
A little book of worth.
Today as I open,
Open the pages of this little book,
And find a good poem to read,
I will share some words from this little book,
To bless, to guide and to feed.
[ THE WORD OF A FRIEND ]
The soul who’s undergoing strife
And finds but little joy in life,
May find the soft word of a friend
When spoken gently at day’s end
Will bring some coast,
And in the night give sweeter rest.
—- Arva Morris —