Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Of Wondering and Waiting





When I was your age, dearest girl at my side
I used to wonder what my life would hold
Would I be happy; would I be a bride?
Would my love love me until I am old?

Now I look at you, dear girl at my side
And now I wonder what your life will hold
Will you be a happy; a mother, a bride?
Will your dreams come true; will you grow old?

What ever happens, my dear little girl
To God be true and by His grace we go
Then whatever this life will unfold
We won’t be hobbled by what we don’t know…

© Janet Martin

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Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!