I cannot promise perfect days
Or from your circles, constant praise;
I cannot banish rainy storms
Or pledge that love will keep you warm;
To guarantee the stars will shine
Steps out of bounds that are not mine –
But I can hold you when you grieve,
When breakers dash what you believe,
And life’s false grandeur grinds hope down;
I won’t let your sorrow drown
Your vision or your grip on grace  –
My daughter child, there is a place
Inside my soul where you belong,
You draw from me this Mother’s Song…

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