My mother always handled
Her problems as they landed
Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied around
A crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound
I would catch a glimpse of her
deep in thought
While her children squabbled for the
Favored spot
A mother’s lap can only hold so much
Fourteen children vying for her touch
Mother never crumbled under pressure
Always quietly, she would patiently endure
When we had bad moments, and there were many
along the way
She busied herself with Solving the
the problem of that day
Sitting in mamas lap was our prize
You could see it reflected in our eyes
So many little hands and hearts to hold
It took a courageous woman so bold
A mother’s lap is always a place of security
Added with her soft touch, the safest place to be