Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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From The Young Mom I Once Was, To You (#1652)
Twenty-five years ago, I had three darling little kids. Scott at age seven, Carrie age four, and Kevin only eighteen months old. One day, as serendipity would have it, all of the kids dissolved into a crying and wailing fit at the same time—-gathered around and clinging to my legs. In that moment, I didn’t know if I would survive raising children to adulthood. I was so overwhelmed with the enormity of the task that I did the only thing I could. I wrote a poem. If you find yourself surrounded by little ones today, this is for you.
Little children at my feet
A hundred daily needs to meet
O when I’m yearning to be free…
Let the children come to me.
Places that I’m dreaming of
The ocean wide, the sky above
But then one climbs upon my knee…
Let the children come to me.
One tugs gently at my skirt
A healing kiss for tiny hurt
There’s no where I would rather be…
Let the children come to me.
For once a King upon a throne
Gave up all that was His own
He said with great humility…
Let the children come to me.
So may I bring them one by one
To meet the King, Your only Son
And in Your kindness, may it be
That all my children come to Thee.
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