Right and Wrong

When she was young
Before she wed
She had a baby boy
Tucked in her bed.

He was the light of day
The stars at night
The angels sang to her
of wrong and right.

They came and swaddled him
In rich man's clothes
She kissed his finger tips
Whispered, "please know."

Now many years have passed
He's grown and strong
The angels sing to him
Of right and wrong

If she could touch his hand
Look in his eyes
He'd see a mother's love
Aged but wise.

(c) 1998 Paul A. Krause