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RICHER THAN GOLD
You may have tangible wealth untold:
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a mother who read to me.
-- Strickland Gillilan(1869-1954)
WONDERFUL MOTHER
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
-- Pat O'Reilly
TO LEAD A GIRL TO WOMANHOOD
Open her eyes
to the blessings around her
Show her that beauty and
goodness surround her.
Help her to trust in the future,
not fear it.
Teach her that dreams are the winds of the spirit,
Guide her with wisdom and
gentle persuasion
For she is God's pleasure
-His flower of creation.
-- Author Unknown
MOTHER'S SONGS
Songs my mother taught me,
In the days long vanish'd
Seldom from her eyelids
Were the teardrops banish'd.
Now I teach my children
Each melodious measure,
Oft the teadrops flowing,
Oft they flow from my mem'ry's treasure.
-- Author Unknown
A MOTHER'S PRAYER
Arms as sunshine, sweet as honey,
Filled with love and care,
Tears of joy, tears of pain,
Describes a mother's prayer.
A plea of mercy, a cry for help,
A thanks for blessings received,
A prayer for a guiding hand,
For those we have conceived.
A prayer of joyous elation,
For the gift of a small precious life,
A prayr of suffering and sorrow,
For the accompanying pain and strife.
A mother's prayer is honest,
With devotion, so strong and sincere,
Borne on the wings of angels,
Out to Father's listening ear.
Tears of joy at a new baby's birth,
Tears of joy at watching them grow,
Tears of worry, that never will cease,
When into the world they go.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
My life's greatest joy and pain,
Who brings the sunshine to my life,
As well as the dark clouds of rain.
Few others petitions, that rise up to Heaven,
My life's greatest joy and pain,
Who brings the sunshine to my life,
As well as the dark clouds of rain.
Fear not mothers, for your prayers are heard,
And are precious in God's Holy sight,
Find comfort in knowing,
He stands by your side,
And His wisdom is just, and right.
Be honored mothers, and continue to pray,
For yours is a special place,
Choses to be the creators of life,
By God, in His wisdom and grace.
-- Calvin Hart
MOTHER'S HANDS
Dear gentle hands have stroked my hair
And cooled my brow,
Soft hands that pressed me close
And seemed to know somehow
Those fleeting moods and erring thoughts
That cloud me day,
Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage
And pass away.
No other balm for earthly pain
Is half so sure,
No sweet caress as filled with love
Nor half so pure.
No other sould so close akin that understands,
No touch that brings such perfect peas as Mother's hands.
-- W. Dayton Wedgefarth
TO MY MOTHER
Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me,
And filled my heart of hearts, where death installed you,
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother -- My own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are the mother to then one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
But that infinity with wchich my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
-- Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
MOTHER
A picture memory brings to me;
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's kee.
I feel her gentle hand restrain
My selfish moods, and know again
A child's brlind sense of wrong and pain.
But wiser now,
a man gray grown,
My shildhood's needs are better known.
My mother's chastening love I own.
-- John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)
THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
The moom never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
The brids never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.
I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That -- wonderful mother of mine.
There are treasures on earth, that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare to my mother's smile.
(Refrain)
You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For ther'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine.
-- Clyde Hager
M-O-T-H-E-R
"M" is for the million things she gave
me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to same me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.
-- Howard Johnson (c.1915)
FOR
SUCH AS YOU MOTHER
For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave,
And spread them out with gracious hand
Wherever you walk, wherever you stand.
For such as you, of scent and dew
Spirits their rarest nectar brew,
And where you sit and where you sup
Pour beauty's elixir in your cup.
For all day long, like other folk,
You bear the burden, wear the yoke,
And yet when I look into your eyes at eve
You are lovelier than ever, I do believe
-- Herman Hagedorn
SOMEBODY'S MOTHER
The woman was old and
ragged and gray,
and bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet of recent snow
and the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long alone,
uncared for amid the throng of humans beings who
passed her by nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "School is out".
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
bailing the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman old and gray,
hastened the children on their way.
At last came one of the merry troop,
the gayest laddie of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you cross if you wish to go".
Her aged hand on his strong young arm,
he guided the trembling feet along;
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
This young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
for all she's aged and poor and slow".
And somebody's mother bowed low her head,
In her home that night and the prayers she said;
"God be kind to the noble boy,
who is somebody's son and pride and joy.
-- Mary Dow Brine
WHAT RULES THE WORLD
They say that man is mighty;
He governs the land and sea,
He wields a might scepter
O'er lesser powers that be.
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world."
-- William Ross Wallace.
MOTHERHOOD
The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman's heart --
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part --
Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long --
From baby hood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town --
Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came --
The Kingliest warrior born!
--Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)
I Loved You Enough
to be:
The Meanest Mother in the World
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