Pray For My Babies Poem by cheryl davis miller

I entered the hospital waiting room
to find Carrie pacing the floor.
Reaching out with panic filled eyes
said, ”the doctors can do no more,

So pray for my baby, it’s my only hope,
that God’s power to heal will flow.
That He’d give my sweet baby a miracle
see I can’t bear to let her go.”

“Pray for my baby”, Addie whispered to me
a common request that I hear.
What's strange is that Addie is 93
her ‘baby’ turned 70 this year.

I look in her eyes and see the concern
it seems that all mothers share.
From cradle to grave, bourne in our hearts
a burden mothers lovingly bear.

Time and again I’ve heard this mournful plea
from mothers for the babies they’ve born.
From cradle to grave regardless of age
a mother’s heart often is torn,

Even Mary the mother of our Lord
prayed often for her Baby too.
And know if you still have a mother
she’s probably; praying for you..

PRAY FOR MY BABIES.