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I Wonder!
by Patricia Joan Polhans

I wonder if there are
mothers in heaven
Ones who will attend the
Heav'nly Father's children.

I wonder if there are
women so wise and strong
But gentle enough to
sing me a lullaby song.

Would she be noted for
her love and generosity,
Known as a devoted mom
through all eternity?

If I could find this one
would she forever be
The kind of mother that I
envisioned her to be?

Rich in Godly wisdom and
full of the Lord's strength
Wise enough to conquer
but humble at his feet?

Could I confide in her
my fears and shortcomings?
Would she be my mother
and I be her honey?

I wonder if there really
are good women like that
To cradle his children
next to their loving breast.

I wonder if there are moms
to share everything with.
For to find her would be
a most kind, precious gift.

If I searched through heaven
do you think that I'd find
A mother, who's thoughtful,
gentle, tender and kind?

I wonder where I would find
one of this caliber!
Who would map out each day
on her busy calendar.

Would she take time for walks
and time with me to play.
And I wonder if she'd take
some time with me to pray.

Oh, how I would search to
find that perfect mother,
Look all through the heavens
to find my precious mother.

Maybe she'd be covered
with a spiritual disguise
Clothed in glory, having
the Redeemer's bright eyes.

I'd search all through heaven
for her radiant glow
Just to touch her gentle hands
and count her holy toes

Just as she did with me
right after I was born.
for she'd be my mama,
And I'd ne'er be forlorn.

How 'll I recognize her,
how will I even know,
For she'll not be wearing
her dirty grave clothes?

This mother, my mother,
for which long I had yearned
Might never come find me
and I would be burned!


Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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