Always there It seems as though we are a huried race running here and there Wandering along the path with out a single care Sit a curse and wonder why the godess never hears But shes there all the while there to dry our tears She is the butterfly that gracies the field and makes us smile She is the breeze that becons us to walk the extra mile She is the bed of grass that we rest on when the day is long She is there when we fear its her that makes us strong She is the wise mother the one who's always here And remember shes always there to dry your every tear by James A. Gower © Page by Poem  Shaman/ The Sanguine Chalis