“Motherhood,” Ensign, January 2016, 49


    The author lives in Arizona, USA.

    Sleeping soundly, so unaware,

    So peaceful, soft, without a care.

    I pray each night you’re safe and warm

    From every day’s encircling storm.

    Some say this is no place to raise a child,

    So small, so pure, so meek, so mild.

    But me, I tend to disagree …

    This child, it seems, is raising me.

    poem about motherhood