Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Rachelle Gardner at
WordServe Literary
Read more Katy at
LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Soul Train
- Live Out Your Dream And Discard The Box
- Tears In A Bottle
- From The Young Mom I Once Was, To You
- I Can’t Help Falling
- What A Difference Ten Years Makes
- The Next Best Thing To Robert Redford
- The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
- Where Have All The Years Gone
- Fun With Kiki Cullen
- Stuck On Mom
- Ten Years Later, Our Girls From Northern Ireland Remembered
- The Thrift of Grief
- Job Security
- The Party’s Over
Syndicate
E me at katy @ ngenius.com
From The Young Mom I Once Was, To You
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.
Such a wonderful words,I believe all young mothers could easily draw strength from this lovely poem.
Posted by Elin on 09/23/11 at 08:32 PMLittle children at my feet
A hundred daily needs to meet
O when I’m yearning to be free…
Let the children come to me.Posted by buy online on 10/22/11 at 01:11 AMwonderful poems…
Posted by Natural Hemorrhoids Treatment on 12/25/11 at 07:03 AM
Next entry: Tears In A Bottle
Previous entry: I Can't Help Falling
