Children Dressed In Tatters

We-re sorry!
We have no manners!
But ...
We-re your children and you-re our Mom!

Send us food on golden platters.
Give us love
amidst life-s storms.

If our faith is
less-than-perfect,
do not notice;
We are yours!

Errant children,
dressed in tatters,
Tuka says,
You can-t ignore.