Prayer in Prose

Nothing more to say. So much typing these couple of days. So much arguing... Not much going my way. Hold on to faith and pray. I ask Mother Mary... You too are a mommy. Show, teach, inspire, charm me. Reach out your arms and hold me. But most of all love me. I beg--Holy Spirit send me your graces. Unlike King Solomon, don't let me fall on my faces. Send me wisdom... erase all traces- of impatience. I implore my heavenly father, Help me get through times. I know they getting harder. Help me be a better mother, daughter, wife and lover. You are my only hope. Its through you that I'll be able to cope. I beseech you Jesus. If anyone needs you... its us. No more words but you know what's in my heart and I know you won't let me fall apart. You will make me stronger. You will help me be a mother. You will guide me by your perfect example and on the devil, with you by my side, I will trample.