Like a little one sleeping

Without listening to the wind,

Knowing that their mother is watching over them

To preserve them from evil and noise:

So, I want in my misery

Without fear or worry,

Entrust everything to my Mother’s heart

Whispering low: ‘Thank you!’

Like a toddler trotting along,

So little and yet not falling,

For their mother is there, bending down

To guide their every step;

So, I want in my weakness

Rely on my mother’s love

And hide all my littleness

In this Heart, foretaste of heaven.

Like a docile toddler

At the slightest word from their mother

Who knows how to make everything easy,

Smiling at their naive enthusiasm;

So, I want to let myself be

Without feeling any embarrassment,

When my loving Mother

Wants to carry me in her arms.

Like a little child giving themselves

Without calculating or thinking,

Since they know how to live thanks to their mother:

Could such support weaken?

So, I want to practice

The gentle abandonment of hope,

Trust my Mother,

Wait for every gift from Her heart.

Like a little child beaming,

Unaware that the world is dark,

Since their kind Mother

Shows them what they need to know;

So, I want — great skill,

To know nothing more here on earth

Than through the eyes of my Mother alone,

Certain that I am not mistaken.

Like a little one waking up,

Tweeting their naive happiness,

While their mother is watching over

Their first cries, the impulse of their hearts…

So, every dawn I want to

Smile at my Mother in Heaven,

Find in her love once again

A ray sweeter than honey.

Like a little child repeating

The same lesson over and over again,

A perfect lesson from their mother,

Repeating it in their own way;

So, I want, during my whole life,

To repeat, like them — oh joy!

The lesson that my tender Mother

Will kindly place into my heart.