Monday, May 27, 2013

My Children




Love gentle, I tell myself, soft like moonlight,  
Quiet and mild.
Support their hearts,
Their races long.
With grace and favor, watch them run. 


2 comments:

Rebecca said...

Beth, your words are so soft and tender, yet they instruct me with a sharpness than sends a shiver through my spirit..... (I'd like to save the in my quote section, with your permission.)

Unknown said...

Well said!