THE BOY WHO HELPED HIS MOTHER

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 44, 24 April 1942, Page 6

THE BOY WHO HELPED HIS MOTHER

As I went down the street to-day, I saw a little lad, Whose face was just the kind of face To make a person glad. It was so plump and rosy-cheeked, So cheerful and so bright, It made me think of apple time. And filled me with delight. I saw him busily at work, While, blithe as blackbird's song, His merry, mellow whistle rang The pleasant street along. "Oh, that's the kind oif lad I like!" I thought, as I passed by, "These busy, cheery whistling boys Make grand: men by-and-by." Just then a playmate came along, And leaned, across the gate, A plan that promised lots of fun And frolic to relate. "The boys are waiting for us now, So hurry up!" he cried. My little whistler shook his head, And "Can't comeJ" lie replied. "Can't come? Why not. I'd like to know? What hinders?" asked the other. "Why, don't you see?" came the reply, "I'm busy helping mother. She'is lots to do, and so I like To help her all I can: So I've no time for fun just now," Said this fine little man. "I like to to hear ycu talk like that." I told the little lad;, "Help mother all you can, and make Her kind heart light and glad." It does me good to think of him, And know that there are others Who, like this manly little boy, Take hold and help their mothers.