Mother's God is always true

[benshelpmeet]

Huh, Mama, Huh?" Two eyes wide, innocence personified;

Virgin soil soaking up all that flows from Mother's cup.

Open, serious, trusting heart, cynicism knows no part-
not-not yet, but he shall find life is not all good and kind.

I must shield him while I may, patiently each gold-wrapped day;

Keep each promise to him made, rash impulses first be weighed.

May he see my aim is true with those eyes that look me through

If I fail, Lord give me grace, to win back that trustful face.

Tender growing hand in mine, Pulses prove the passing time...

Soon he'll walk with manly tread, Soon he'll tower o'er my head...

In my weak, imperfect way this my goal from day to day-
To impress him through and through, Mother's God is always true.