Many Are Called

I wrote this poem while sitting in church one Sunday. We were attending with Kenny and Kristine McCoy for the blessing of their son, Daniel. There were so many children there and babies being blessed and we had been trying for a year to have a child. As I recall we were feeling quite discouraged. We had gone through infertility tests and the results were not too promising. I was thinking about the responsibilities of a mother and what a great mother Analia would make.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

12 April 1988

Many Are Called

To bear a child does not a mother make.

A woman must make that choice,

To bear the burdens of a child,

His sorrows and his joys.

Mothers must accept the call

To give of all they are.

Without acceptance of her role,

she can't get very far.

The loving smile, the tender touch

Are essentials to a child.

A mother with a willing heart

Must go the extra mile.

To be a mother is not a chance

Of mere genealogy.

It's the measure of what a woman is

And what she wants to be.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

May 1978