- HUMMIN' HYMNS -
The morning broke as I awoke
 To face another day;
The minutes passed and clocks ran fast
 To steal my time away.

Most days I raise my voice in praise
 To fortify my soul,
But nearly eight and running late
 Took that from my control.

Amid the crunch to pack a lunch
 And brush my daughter's hair,
My lips broke free in melody
 And hummed a little prayer…

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


Despite the fuss, she caught the bus,
 So to my desk I strayed
Because I knew the bills were due,
 Demanding to be paid.

Tucked in a spot I'd long forgot,
 An invitation found―
A party for that boy next door
 My daughter hangs around.

I checked the date. Oh dear, too late!
 It's after school today!
No dress to wear or gift to bear…
 My heart sank in dismay.

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


Her party dress, a wrinkled mess,
 I found behind her door
Right where she throws the folded clothes
 I know I've washed before.

Still in the box beneath some socks
 I spied the robot toy
She'd tossed away and wouldn't play,
 "Because it's for a boy."

With gift and dress, I decompress,
 And soon they're washed or wrapped,
So next I look for what to cook…
 Or something to adapt.

No food sufficed. All old or iced!
 Not one thing to prepare!
I felt my grip on coolness slip
 To find my cupboard bare.

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


The doorbell rings. My neighbor brings
 A pot of Irish stew―
"A gift, as such. I made too much,
 And somehow thought of you."


With daughter fed, she's off to bed,
 A happy girl, it seems―
Her social act is still intact,
 Insuring pleasant dreams.

At last I raised my voice in praise
 As I fell into bed
To God, who cares and hears my prayers
 No matter how they're said.