A mother and son.
A life that made you a mom
unsure of everything and grinning with hope
wanting the years to miraculously slow down
for his heart will soon turn toward another.
You pray his heart is pure.
You pray his faith is strong.
The flower that was once pulled from your yard
with dirt clinging to the roots
gently placed in your hand
clutched to your heart.
You pray his heart is pure.
You pray his faith is strong.
All of the sudden it seems
that the flower clutched to your heart
has a new rhythm
leading you to let go.
You pray his heart is pure.
You pray his faith is strong.
