You don't have to worry
it won't now be this one
to many would scurry
to worry if maybe somehow.

It will be by a Master's pen stroke
and will not with love be smitten
never in a classroom will it be wrote
no this poem will not be written.

For in a child's hand will there be
a little note of love for a mother
just for her eyes to be able to see
or maybe just to show to a brother.

A lover may write a small note
to a truelove beyond their sight
or a poet may let his pen stroke
in the dark and not by sight.

We never know where it will be
or ever written it may remain
for no one knows what to see
for beauty is not to ever contain.

But if your child, or sister, brother
mother, father, husband, wife
should happen to write another
with lines of love to give you life.

Wouldn't it be the same to you
to call it the most beautiful
poem you ever read or knew
because it made your heart full?

No we'll never know just how
this poem will come in form
who will write it even just now
but for sure it will calm any storm.

May your hearts be full or love
to feel the Master's tender touch
when you receive this from above
and we know He loves us so much.