DON’T BE MAD AT MOTHER.

New Zealand Tablet, 18 August 1921, Page 45

DON’T BE MAD AT MOTHER.

Don’t be mad at mother When her patience seems to break • ’Neath the thousand little duties That she does for childhood’s sake; If she scolds a bit when worried, If her temper seems to slip; Her brow may wear a wrinkle, But a smile is on her lip. Don’t be mad at mother .If she seems a little cross; It’s a privilege she possesses As the manager and boss; And perhaps beneath her worry — And her temper stern and ill — ‘ She’s the same old lovely mother With a heart that loves you still. Don’t get mad at mother When her cares and worries seem To fret and arouse her — Maybe mother has her dream. And it fades as does yours often, And her many 'plans go wrong And she can’t be always smiling, Nor forever hum a song.