Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mother of Christ

When I was a young child I found

An old and small wooden statue.

It was just laying on the ground.

'Twas the Virgin Mary that true

Did seem to speak of hope to me.

I took that statue with me home,

And kept it through my life to be.

When into fear and doubt I'd roam,

A listener as I would pray,

Supportive as a Mother would,

Not just a statue on display,

But a belief in all that's good.

Mother Mary hears prayers of mine,

Then speaks to me of hope divine.