In The Morning Mountain Chill

A poem about my mother-in-law

In The Morning Mountain Chill

by: Gene Johns

In the morning mountain chill

she lies there all alone

The sounds of her children

have long since gone

With faith and her Bible

she is safe in her home

In the morning mountain chill

she lies there all alone

In the morning mountain chill

she rises for the day

She takes the time to read

the word of God and to pray

A prayer to watch over her

and guide her through the day

In the morning mountain chill

she kneels down to pray

In the morning mountain chill

she sits all alone

Thinking about her grandkids

and when they're comin' home

She's been blessed with three

and another on the way

In the morning mountain chill

she's thankful for another day

In the morning mountain chill

someday she will lay

On a country side hill

and people will say

She was the sunshine and glow

that warmed up the day

After the morning mountain chill