A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

April 28, 2014

Categories: Ruth Bell Graham


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May she have daughters

of her own

to care

when she is old

and I am gone.

I should have loved

to care for her once more

as I did then

long years before.

I was a mother young

and she – my child.

Caring was joy. So when

she is old and I am There,

may she have daughters

of her own

to care.

 

from “Sitting by My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham (1977, Word Books)

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