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Mother's Day
- Author: B-7499
- Editor: B-7413
- Newspaper: The Umpire volume 6
- Page Number:
- Date: 5 23 1917
- Tags:
- poetry
- mothers
MOTHER'S DAY
I can hear my mother weeping, Her tears are trickling fast, She sits in a corner thinking, When she kissed me last. She wishes to kiss me now, She wants to see me I know, Her heart is filled with sorrow, And her tears continually flow.
Oh, how sweet is her love, Her kindness and all the rest She taught me of God above, Since I was on her breast.
When I think of my dear mother, My heart commences to pain, I feel so pensive and bothered, That I am unable to explain.
Oh, if I only knew The day when I left her alone, I on account of my youth didn’t know, What was meant by mother’s love.
I will now go back home, To my beloved mother far away; Never again will leave her alone, Don’t forget Mother’s Day.
Composed by J.C. B. 7499
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- DOI 10.58117/2x7t-s726