A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER
         by Helen MacGregor

  My grandchild lies within my arms,
           The dearest thing on earth,
    So softly formed and sweetly made,
           A joy to me since birth.

    My grandson lies within my arms,
          His eyes so bright and clear,
    He smiles at me and waves his hands,
          Without a thought of fear.

    My grandson lies within my arms,
         Without a thought of harm,
    The sirens screams, the blackout comes,
         At last we've war's alarms.

    Another babe so long ago
       Was cradled soft in hay,
    His message to the world was love
    That peace might come to stay.

    O may this war be over soon,
        And all the hatred cease,
    And war's alarm and hatred pass,
        Then we may live in peace.

    My grandson lies within my arms,
        So pure without a stain,
    And peace will come at last to stay,
        And brotherhood will reign.

  This was written soon after the birth of her
  first grandson who was born just a month
   before Pearl Harbor in 1941.
   That grandson is my husband, Doug.
Shari MacGregor