Happy Mothers Day
The Watcher
She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate;
And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet,
Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late--
Watching from Heaven's window
Leaning from Heaven's gate.
Copyright © Margaret Widdemer
My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made my cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the part to make it well?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God's holy word and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who wast so very kind to me,--
My mother.
When thou art feeble, old and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head,
"Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,--
My mother.
Copyright © Jane Taylor
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