• 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