MY MOTHER--1932 

Mother of mine, I love you so, 
Each silver thread in your shining hair, 
Each line in your face so sweet and pure; 
I lovingly trace your life's work there.

They mean a labor of love for me, 
Your watchful care in my baby days, 
Your counsel sweet in later years, 
Your thoughts, your prayers, your help always.

Dear Heart, my words can ne'er express 
The beauty in your life I see.
But may its glory ever shine 
To light the path ahead for me.

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