In the night, she prays

In the darkness of night,

the house is silent

it's members asleep.

But she is awake

emotions consume her,

feelings run so deep.

She slips out of bed

with the moonlight her guide,

and walks slowly down the stairs.

With book in hand

she gently sits

in her favorite rocking chair.

Her lips move silently,

as she prays to G-d

she has so many requests.

To keep her family safe

and out of harms way

her children He should bless.

With word from her heart,

and the holy psalms

written so long ago.

She turns to G-d

in joy and pain

as she watches her children grow.

Parnasa, shidduchim

success in school

each child has different needs.

These are her flowers

she lovingly raised

since they were little seeds.

The seasons change

her kids move on

they have children of their own.

The house is silent

the walls echo with

voices of children now grown.

But still she prays

so fervently

for all the generations to come.

In times of happiness

and of sorrow

she turns to the Holy One.

In the silence of night

she sits in her chair

her heart filled with her childrens pain.

She is old now

her children are grown

but a mother she will forever remain.