It glistened on her cheek
and seemed in time
to just hang suspended
in time and space.

For she was a mother,
a sweet daughter of Father
and her loves was endless
as the universe is infinite.

Her children she gathers
to hold each by the hand
and place that small hand
into the Master's to hold.

She knew each by name
even though she would not
and could not raise them
their life came from her.

Each night upon her knees
she sees them as they
might have been, even now
had they stayed even a day.

For she was a mother
without her children about
she knew all they needed
was life, then to Father go.

Now her life on Earth is long
and she has her work to do
but now and then she remembers
and with a sigh, continues on.

Just now the teardrop glistening
upon her cheek, is captured
by her husband's strong hand
who says simply,"I love you."
And Father knows so well
just now, a teardrop fell . . ."