This is one of my favorite poems. It is simple and sweet and makes a big impact when I am having a day on the struggle bus.
A Mother’s Prayer
Give me patience when wee hands
Tug at me with small demands
Give me gently smiling eyes;
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
Let not wariness, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision of life’s fleeting joys.
So when in years to come my house is still–
No bitter memories its rooms may fill.