Wisdom Words...

Each night before to bed, A prayer to God she says 'Protect my children from Troubles likely to face' One night I said to her- They are no more infants, Able to take care of themselves Where they live- grown-ups A smile so sweet and soft I found bloom on her face A signal not strange to me When she presents her case ‘Grown-ups who? You and me The children, no', she mused, ‘All infants to Him who protects- Beginning to end' She doesn't read too much Or poems none she writes I submit all my whims Before my wisdom wife