A MOTHER ON MOTHER’S DAY

White Ribbon, Volume 20, Issue 4, 1 May 1948, Page 1

A MOTHER ON MOTHER’S DAY

How sweet it was this Mother’s Day When to my room, while dawn was grey The children came, all eagerly, To bring their little gifts to me. They kissed me, hureing me so tight, And chattered in the growing light Of how they loved me —how’ they’d sought To please me with the things they brought. And later, each a white flower wore For me! O God —at my heart’s core A fear just moved. How could it be That this dear love should be for me. For me, so weak, incompetent, How r could such happiness be sent? I trembled; tears came very near, When little Joan said, “Mummy dear, “You need a flower as well as we, For Grannie! Here it is, you see”; And when the flower was put in place Content appeared on every face. Gone was all dread of future pain; I saw my mother’s face again; And in the love that filled my heart— No coward fear had smallest part. —Anon.