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Mama's Strings

I used to hold to Mama's strings
As anybody would.
I'd hold on tight, with all my might,
When fear would shake me good.
I used to race, to run, embrace,
Wherever Mama stood;
And feel the love, the beauty of
My Mama when I could.

Now sister Sue was bright and new
And Mama kept her near.
She'd hold her up and lay her down
And wipe each little tear.
But I was three and romped and played
With dollies I loved dear;
But I would play not far away
And keep those strings quite near.

She'd let me hold dear sister Sue,
Then sing to us each night.
The sweetest songs I ever heard
For me and sister bright.
She'd hold our hand and it was grand
To watch by candlelight,
As Mama bowed her lovely head
In prayer each sleepy night.

She said that brings her close to things
That lay beneath her breast.
Like living songs that wings along
When we have done our best.
And makes her strong when things go wrong
And gives her heart its zest;
Like lovely strings that often brings
My heart to heaven's rest.
© 3 February 1984 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers

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