To the editor:
I recently finished reading a book entitled “The Chemistry of the Blood,” written in 1943 by M. R. DeHaan, MD.
I would like to share some simple, yet elegant verses out of the book concerning a mother’s prayer for her child.
My own mother entered Heaven’s gates on Palm Sunday of this year. How I miss her sweet love and tender kisses. I well remember the times during our childhood squabbles (I have four siblings) that she would make us kneel in prayer and ask for forgiveness, and afterwards there would be neck hugs all around.  Needless to say, we remain a close knit bunch to this day because of my mother.
Many of you dear readers will relate to these verses as you think of your own precious mom.

‘Twas in the years of long ago when life was fair and bright
And ne’er a tear and scarce a fear o’ercast my day or night,
That often in the eventide I found her kneeling there,
And just one word, my name, I heard, my name in Mother’s prayer.
I thought but little of it then, though reverence touched my heart
For her whose love sought from above for me the better part,
But when the sterner battles came with many a subtle snare,
‘Twas then one word, my name, I heard, my name in Mother’s prayer.
I wandered on and heeded not God’s oft-repeated call
To turn from sin to live for Him and give to Him my all,
Until at last of sin convinced I sank in deep despair,
My hope awoke when memory spoke my name in Mothers’ prayer.
That pleading heart, that soul so tired, has gone unto her rest,
But ere with me for aye shall be the memory of her trust;
And when I enter Heaven’s gates and meet her over there,
I’ll praise the Lord for just one word, my name, in Mother’s prayer.
Happy Mother’s Day to moms of all ages.
We women are all moms to someone (whether human or furry).
Let’s all celebrate!
– Tina Melton, Columbus