Poem August 4, 1997 Issue

Thanks, Mom!

Lucy Chambers Karwell

With waking thought
And childlike voice
Gently calling—
"Dear Mother, Love,
What must I do?"
Softly came
Your answer clear,
"As I see you,
Now see yourself—
As My pure image, dear."

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