Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week's mail to read...
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet as I go to bed each night,
My heart is filled with true love's light,
As I take one last peek, I see,
This treasure you have given me,
God's own sweet blessing sleeping there,
The answer to a Mother's Prayer.
~author unknown