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A Mother’S Voice
A Mother’S Voice
A Mother’S Voice
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A Mother’S Voice

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A Mothers Voice pours out words spoken by mothers and distills them into tiny drops of priceless moments where one can hear the humorous words of children as they interact with Mom, or the prayers of a mother as she seeks for the hopes she has for her children to be met, or sometimes one can hear a mother whisper to ones heart when she is no longer there and causes one to question, Do I really sound like my mother?
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 7, 2013
ISBN9781466981676
A Mother’S Voice
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Lisa Morley

Lisa spent her employed years teaching young children. When she and her husband, Milt, became parents, she gave up her paying occupation and became a full-time mother. As a mother of seven children, she is grateful for her husband, who works hard so she can keep her favorite job.

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    A Mother’S Voice - Lisa Morley

    The Joys of Being Poor

    W hat in the world would become of me?

    If all I had to work with was my imagination.

    No phone; no computer; and that’s right, no TV.

    Would I learn how to enjoy the measure of

    God’s creations?

    Would I cross the street and make a friend

    Or share with a sister or brother…

    The joy of searching for the rainbow’s end

    Or racing stick boats with one another?

    Would I find someone to play hide and seek

    In the tall field grass next to the house

    Or would I quietly take a peek

    At the tiny nest that holds a baby mouse?

    We could run through the corn field

    And pretend to be lost, so we’ll hold our stalks

    up high

    And never yield

    To being found until the sun disappears

    from the sky.

    Have you ever tried to break an arm?

    So that you could wear a cast like you friends’

    By running and falling again and again

    But you came to no harm in the end

    Because the dirt was soft after all,

    Or maybe you knew how to fall.

    There is nothing quite like the smell of fresh cut hay

    Or rain that falls in the summer.

    Put on a swim suit and run and play

    And let the rain be the beat of the

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